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You know the Ol' Joe Dirt saying,"Life a Garden, Dig It" and if its truth, my life needs some weed killer at the moment because those flowers are dying. I'll be straight, my life is bad. Those flowers represented what made me happy. The Yellow Tulips are my family. Loving, caring, teaching me the right ways of things, and how to avoid the wrong. They guided me through the garden, and pointed out the weeds to pick out. The White Flowers, they are my friends. I enjoyed every second be with them and they are scattered throughout my garden. They are like my second family. The lessons I learned, and the happiness brought from them. The Violets, oh The Violets. They are my friends and mutual parthers on BZPower. They bring me up when I'm down. They let me speak without my mouth, they bring enjoyment when I'm lonely, and the helped me become a man. But something has become wrong. My father is now a weed and has become entangled in this Vine-Like Weed. It squeezes the life out of each flower in its deadly growing path. My Tulips are bending down by the weight of sorrow. Most of My White Flowers have withered away, and have become weeds tangled in with the Vine. The Violets are disappearing. I don't know what happened to them. Maybe uprooted, but they're gone. The Vine has crawed its way towards me. I feel the real me slipping, and my petals are falling off. The Vine is my bad luck. The Vine is my bad influence. The Vine is a demon. The Vine is destroying this garden. I have yet to feel the wet, cool taste of fresh water help me grow strong and resistance to The Vine of Destruction has brought me to my current standing in the garden. A dying plant. I am a Thief. I am a Liar. I am a Traitor. People think of me as a Saint. But how could they if I'm tangled in The Vine of Destruction?
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I truly feel alone in this world. Like only the friends I had before could understand me, but my new friends that have better luck than I do. They think the idea of a bad day is having a friend mad at you or their mom won't bring them to the mall or another friend's house. My idea of a bad day is listen to my dad being a hypocrite and having massive flashbacks. My father loves me, but he doesn't understand the pain he put my mom and my sister. (More on that when I can take typng it up) Unfortunately, I need money for myself, and he offered me a job as a Handyman. I accept it, and now from Monday-Friday, from morning 'til evening, he picks me up and drops me off at home. I get 8 bucks an hour, work about 8 hours a day(I don't choose hours), and I leave my house around 8 AM. He thinks he had it harder. He doesn't realize the days of my mom crying every night alone in her bed, the times I wanted to destroy everything in my room, or my sister breaking down in tears. He left us for another family. A woman from our old church and her two sons. Her last husband died in a construction accident. Crushed by concrete. He now lives in a small city not far from us in an apartment with her, and the two boys. One is 2 years old, and the other 10 or so. And the amount of sorrow they have faced in the past should never justify what the woman did to us. She brought it all to us. I'd rather have my dad dead than have him reject us in a snap.
