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ANYTHING-IDK2 is basically my nw version of anything-idk because it was taken over and it pissed me off...so i made a new one and i hope you have a blessed day my friends.
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by anonymous
46 views, 6 upvotes, 8 comments

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black | BUT HERE’S WHAT YOU NEVER EXPECTED: YOUR CRUELTY DIDN’T DESTROY ME — IT FORGED ME. YOU TRIED TO MAKE ME SMALL, BUT YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO STAND TALL. YOU TRIED TO SILENCE ME, BUT YOU GAVE ME THE FIRE TO SPEAK. YOU TRIED TO BREAK ME, BUT I PUT MYSELF BACK TOGETHER, PIECE BY PIECE, WITHOUT YOUR HELP. I BECAME STRONG, NOT BECAUSE OF YOU — BUT IN SPITE OF YOU. YOUR ABUSE MADE ME INDEPENDENT. IT MADE ME FIGHT FOR MY PEACE. AND NOW I HAVE IT. I HAVE BUILT A LIFE WHERE YOUR VOICE NO LONGER CONTROLS ME. YOUR DARKNESS NO LONGER FOLLOWS ME. I SURVIVED YOU — AND THAT IS MY GREATEST VICTORY. TO MY FATHER, I’VE CARRIED THE WEIGHT OF YOUR ABUSE FOR MOST OF MY LIFE. THE WORDS YOU THREW AT ME, THE THINGS YOU DID — THEY DIDN’T JUST HURT IN THE MOMENT, THEY CARVED THEMSELVES INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY MIND. YOU DIDN’T JUST BREAK MY HEART; YOU SHATTERED THE WAY I SAW MYSELF, THE WAY I TRUSTED OTHERS, THE WAY I FELT SAFE IN THIS WORLD. THERE WERE NIGHTS I COULDN’T SLEEP BECAUSE YOUR VOICE ECHOED IN MY HEAD, LOUDER THAN MY OWN THOUGHTS. THERE WERE DAYS I COULDN’T GET OUT OF BED BECAUSE YOU HAD CONVINCED ME I WAS WORTHLESS. AND FOR A LONG TIME, I BELIEVED IT. I BELIEVED YOU. BUT HERE’S WHAT YOU NEVER EXPECTED: YOUR CRUELTY DIDN’T DESTROY ME — IT FORGED ME. YOU TRIED TO MAKE ME SMALL, BUT YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO STAND TALL. YOU TRIED TO SILENCE ME, BUT YOU GAVE ME THE FIRE TO SPEAK. YOU TRIED TO BREAK ME, BUT I PUT MYSELF BACK TOGETHER, PIECE BY PIECE, WITHOUT YOUR HELP. I BECAME STRONG, NOT BECAUSE OF YOU — BUT IN SPITE OF YOU. YOUR ABUSE MADE ME INDEPENDENT. IT MADE ME FIGHT FOR MY PEACE. AND NOW I HAVE IT. I HAVE BUILT A LIFE WHERE YOUR VOICE NO LONGER CONTROLS ME. YOUR DARKNESS NO LONGER FOLLOWS ME. I SURVIVED YOU — AND THAT IS MY GREATEST VICTORY. BUT DON’T MISTAKE MY HEALING FOR FORGIVENESS. I DO NOT FORGIVE YOU. FORGIVENESS WOULD MEAN EXCUSING WHAT YOU DID, AND I WON’T REWRITE THE TRUTH JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. YOU HURT ME IN WAYS I’LL SPEND MY WHOLE LIFE TRYING TO UNDERSTAND. YOU HAD A CHOICE — AGAIN AND AGAIN — AND YOU CHOSE TO BE CRUEL. YOU CHOSE TO BE THE KIND OF FATHER A CHILD SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO ENDURE. I HOPE ONE DAY YOU SIT WITH THE WEIGHT OF WHAT YOU DID. I HOPE IT KEEPS YOU UP AT NIGHT THE WAY YOUR ABUSE KEPT ME UP FOR YEARS. I HOPE YOU FEEL EVEN A FRACTION OF THE PAIN YOU CAUSED ME — NOT OUT OF REVENGE, BUT SO YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND. THIS ISN’T ABOUT HATE. THIS IS ABOUT TRUTH. I GOT OVER WHAT YOU DID — BUT I WILL NEVER FORGET IT. AND I WILL NEVER, EVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN. A LETTER I SENT TO MY FATHER | image tagged in black | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
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by anonymous
60 views, 1 upvote, 9 comments

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black | The Roof That Changed Everything It was the first day of summer, and the air was thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass. School had let out just the day before, and the whole world seemed stretched out ahead of us, endless and bright. For most folks, summer meant freedom. For me, it meant hiding. My name’s Charlie. I was twelve that year, and I was about as forgettable as a plain white wall. If you looked in the yearbook, you’d see me squinting in the back row, shoulders hunched, like I was trying to disappear. But if you asked Sam, he’d say I was “the weird kid.” Sam never missed a chance to remind me of that. Sam lived two houses down, in the big blue place with the basketball hoop. He was taller than everyone, even some of the teachers, and he had this cruel streak that made people laugh at whatever he said, even when it wasn’t funny. Especially when it wasn’t funny. He started that summer like he started every other: picking on me, daring me to do things I didn’t want to do, making sure everyone knew how “brave” he was, and how “chicken” I was. The usual stuff. But he upped the ante that year. It started with the roof. My house was old, with shingles that curled up at the edges like potato chips. The drop from the edge to the ground was probably only ten feet, but to a kid, it felt like the edge of the world. Sam told everyone at the park that I was too scared to climb it. “Bet he couldn’t even do it if someone paid him,” he said, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. I tried to ignore him, like always. But then he showed up at my house, with his little group of followers—Ryan, Tyler, and Mason—and they stood on my lawn, chanting my name, daring me to go up. My mom was inside, probably on the phone with Aunt Lisa, and I didn’t want her to know what was happening. I didn’t want her to see me fold. So I did it. I climbed up the old oak tree that leaned over the garage and dropped down onto the roof. My heart was pounding, my hands slick with sweat. Sam was yelling, “Go to the edge! Prove you’re not a chicken!” I crawled toward the corner, just to shut them up. The shingles crunched under my sneakers. I remember thinking it would be over soon, that if I just did this, Sam would finally leave me alone. But I slipped. My foot caught on a loose shingle, and the world spun. There was a rush of wind in my ears, a moment of weightlessness, and then nothing. # They said I died before I hit the ground. That’s what the paramedics told my mom, anyway. Quick, they said. Painless. I guess that’s supposed to be comforting. But it wasn’t the end. Not for me. I watched the whole neighborhood crowd around my front lawn. I saw Sam, standing in the back, his face pale, his hands shaking. He kept looking at the spot where I fell, like he could still see my body there. Maybe he could. That night, Sam didn’t sleep. He kept turning his light on and off, staring at the ceiling like he was waiting for something. For me. I was there, just out of sight, and he could feel it—like a cold breath on the back of his neck. He tried to tell himself it wasn’t real. But I made sure he knew it was. # At first, it was little things. I’d knock over his baseball trophies. I’d flicker the lights when he walked into a room. I’d whisper his name, soft and slow, right as he was drifting off to sleep. He started seeing things—shadows moving in the corner, reflections that didn’t match his own. He’d wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, convinced someone was standing over him. His parents took him to doctors, but they couldn’t find anything wrong. School started again, and Sam was different. Quieter. He flinched when people called his name. He stopped hanging out with Ryan and Tyler and Mason. He spent a lot of time alone, staring out the window, like he was waiting for something to happen. I was still there. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw me standing on the roof, waving. Sometimes I’d call to him. Sometimes I’d just stare. He tried to apologize, once. Stood in his backyard, looking up at my empty window, and said he was sorry. But it was too late for that. # Years passed, but I didn’t leave. He grew up, went off to college, moved to a new city. But the past sticks to you, like glue. Every time he thought he was free, I’d show up—in a dream, in a flicker of movement on a rainy night, in the shiver that ran down his spine when he walked past an old house. He tried to outrun me, but you can’t outrun guilt. Nobody else saw me, not really. But every now and then, someone would ask Sam why he looked so tired, why he jumped at every little sound. He’d just shake his head, say he was fine. But he wasn’t. He never would be. # The last time I saw him, he was old, hair gone gray, hands trembling as he sat on the porch. He looked up at the sky, the same way he used to look up at the roof when we were kids. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I wish I could take it back.” I stood beside him, silent. Sometimes, I wondered if I should forgive him. But I remembered the fear, the way he laughed when I was scared, the way he dared me to step closer to the edge. Some things you don’t come back from. # People think ghosts haunt places. But really, we haunt people. Sam never forgot me. Not for a single day of his life. And I never let him. Somewhere, a new summer begins. Kids climb trees, dare each other to do stupid things. But sometimes, late at night, when the wind rattles the windows, you can hear a whisper—soft and sad and angry. Don’t go near the edge. | image tagged in black | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
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by anonymous
56 views, 2 upvotes, 5 comments

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black | Would anyone care-citizen soldier lyrics Would anyone notice If tonight I disappeared? Would anyone chase me And say the words that I need to hear? That I'm no burden Not so worthless Bent so much that I just might break All-consuming So confusing The questions that keep me awake Would anyone care, would anyone cry If I finally stepped off of this ledge tonight? Would anything change, would you all be just fine? 'Cause I need a reason to not throw the fight It just might save my life Would anyone want me If they knew what was inside my head? Would anyone see me For the person that I really am? I won't lie So hard to hide I've never felt worthy of love I would give up Everything I have Just to feel good enough Would anyone care, would anyone cry If I finally stepped off of this ledge tonight? Would anything change, would you all be just fine? 'Cause I need a reason to not throw the fight It just might save my life If you're dying inside Sick of being alive Let me in, let me share in your pain From my lungs through the dark Spoken straight from the heart Let me give you a reason to stay If you're out there still lying awake If you're out there still wondering Would anyone care, would anyone cry If you finally gave up and turned out the light? The world would be changed if you left it behind You can't be replaced, no, tonight is the night You take back your life Take back your life Take back your life Take back your life; I'm bored | image tagged in black | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
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by anonymous
48 views, 1 upvote