Rejection. Controlling me. Possessing me. Dictating me.
Powerful like Hitler or Stalin yet owns no lips to speak, no eyes to see, no heart to feel, no brain to think, no limbs to move, no ears to hear.
A horrid feeling. A speechless, lifeless, invisible force obstructing me from complete happiness.
Controlling my thoughts, controlling my feelings!
Preventing me from loving, trusting, confidence… Preventing me from my biggest desire.
Him: a victim devoured by rejection. The minute I laid my eyes on the beautiful blue eyes and cute smile rejection swarmed from out of its cold, scary home inside of me and killed him.
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Hi readers! I'm Amie, the author. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I wrote my first story in the second grade, and it was called "How the Bat Got its Wings". That was the moment I fell in love with writing, at the young age of 8. I have been writing ever since. And, when you believe in something and love something, you share it with the world. So welcome to my world and welcome to my words! I post every Tuesday and Thursday, with a theme each week! So be sure to stop by then! And, don't just scroll through– read, engage, and enjoy! Thank you all for your support! It means more than the world to me!
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Check out all of my latest posts to my blog! Poetry! Went through my private poetry book and finally made my poems public. Hope you enjoy them!
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