-Michael Jackson short fiction ):
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-Thunder rumbled loudly, sent chills and goosebumps through my whole body. The tears just rushed down my face. My whole body was shaking, I haven't been like this in a while. Small whimpers escaped from my mouth, which I tried to keep in. God, i need your help. Is the thunder and rain signs of bad things?
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I was so damn tired of this. I didn't deserve all of this, did I? I wondered. Did God hate me or something? He just one day decided to make Michael Jackson's life a living hell, right?
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My eyes blurry from the tears, i glanced at my dresser, seeing something that I used about everyday.
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My knife. My cutting knife.
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Yes, I cut myself. It's the only way I can let the pain out, and I feel semi-better afterwards. I have little straight marks going up and down all over my arm, and words like "ugly", "useless",
"worthless", and "unloved".
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I grabbed the knife and cut a new word: Die. I breathed heavily. Cutting gave me such a rush. I refused to let anyome knows about this. I don't need help, do i?
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I could be dancing and singing flawlessly on the stage, i could fake my smiles and hide my pain, i could be standing in the crowd and still feeling so all alone... i tried to make ppl see my scars so they would care, but they didn't...
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Quincy saw it and he says i'm weird and stupid to do that, Liz saw it also... she didn't even say anything, Marlon saw it also, he said i should be smarter
See.. no one cares! fuckin no one!!!!!! If i tell to people, they would judge me, hate, me, abadon me, when they know what i did. I couldn't stand anymore hatred. I would keep this secret for the sake of myself. Especially to my mother.
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I don't want to be a burden for anybody. for her and for her life. I'm too much loving my mother, that's why i refuse to tell. ever.

A/N Credit To Fuxinglisbeth On Instagram.