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why are 13 year olds these days constantly drinking, smoking weed and having sex?? when i was 13 i had a stable job, a loving wife, 3 good kids, and some savings put away for my retirement. i worry about the younger generation sometimes smh

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Artist: LeAndraDawn.

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I wish all this screaming would do something useful, and that my tears would somehow wash these demons from my mind.

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I’ve come to certain conclusions these last few days. i. I looked at the sky for the longest time in four years, do you know that? I couldn’t bear looking at the stars, because every wish I’ve ever made has not been granted. I looked at the most magnificent painting in four years. I faced whatever I was clutching close to my chest, whatever I was hiding from, and for the first time in forever, I screamed at the sky. I screamed at the sky and my throat was on fire. It was on fire but I was satisfied. Screaming at the sky made me happy. ii. I painted again after that night, do you know that? My fingers touched the brushes ever so delicately, as if they knew I might crush them just like life crushed me. I was scared of making the first contact with the canvas; I didn’t want to destroy it just like you destroyed me. Each brush stroke made me fall in love with art all over again. I decided I wasn’t going to let art slip away from my fingers like quicksand. I decided I wanted to go to art museums more. I decided you don’t control me anymore. iii. I danced to the music again; I danced like no one was watching. After that night, I thought you killed off every cell that carried my love for dance. Turns out, a few made it through the storm that corrupted my body. Each step I take is a step closer to a brighter future. Each step I take is a step closer to a life where you don’t exist. I danced in the rain for the first time in four years. I sang under my breath and the fire that resided in my throat turned into calm water that numbed the pain. I’ve come to certain conclusions these last few days. I’ve come to know that my feelings were important, when you made me feel like they were nothing. I understood my value. I regained sight of who I once was. I wanted to stay the same, yet you tried everything to change me. I’ve come to certain conclusions these last few days. It took me four years to understand that you weren’t a band-aid that would fix my aching heart. I realized that what I was feeling wasn’t nothing in particular… It was yearning to go home.

I Want To Go Home, a. y. (via couraygeux)