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I made a kik support group for anyone sexually abused and you need support. Search, #LostInnocence and join.
Males and females of all ages welcome.

We can learn something new every day.

Life is full of lessons and with each new experience we grow and adapt.

You could walk out your door and meet someone new. You could go somewhere you've never been and enjoy every second of it. You could change your life with a click of your fingers... what are you waiting for?

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Ive also draw a lot of art and a lot of my best ones are lost now ((mother threw them away was sooo proud of them T_T)) and yes I know they are not finished I never finish my pics for some reason
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Ummm I kinda like writing but I use art pieces from well a lot of anime pics for it and this one I've recently somewhat finished yes its still kinda rough but tel me what I need to fix maybe something I should add thankies!

I stand here waiting and looking around with curious eyes as I take in the unfolding environment in front of me, breathing in the scent of the newfound earth and jump off of the steam engine train. The only companion to keep me company is my little yellow finch, that softly twitters a warning to me, finicky in the new area. As my bird talks to me, I hear the soft footsteps of a newcomer coming my way, but then stops a little ways off leaning against a lamppost. I then glance at the familiar note that I've had for years, which I now hold in my hand, crumpled and frayed from the reading and re-reading the cursive and artistic handwriting that has a strange slant to the right. The note, being smudged from the use over the years, held one ticket inside of it, the note telling me to get on this train and ride it where it leads, after I turned eighteen. I look around at the scenery around me a beautiful metropolis that seems to be overruned with types of foliage, but its more like its meant to be there and not on accident. I look around more and see a few people walking this way and that and then the man walking my way again, but then again he might be trying to look for someone else. I look down at my note again seeing that it mentions for me to meet someone and I wonder if this man is that certain someone. I look back up as I hear a quiet yet deep melodic baritone voice, that seems to be as if directed at me. But strangely enough, I cannot place the words that the man says, for the reason of him still being a good distance away from me. I wonder if this is the person I was suppose to meet here, but yet he has an air of mystery around him. Then suddenly he is over at me in an instant and I look around to see if anyone else noticed his speed, but it seems as if he and I were the only two people in the world. I gasp at just how young he looks not much more older I, but not to be rude I curtsy and softly say “Good day, Sir are you the one I'm suppose to meet here on this day?”. He chuckles as if to himself a glint of mischief in his eyes and a lopsided smile on his face, “Why, maybe so maybe, not but it seems to me that you don't remember me luv.” At this statement he makes the most piteous face and I have to laugh at him for he looks like a child has switched places with him. “Why my good sir I don't believe I have ever met you in my my life I reckon, but if you would please sir enlighten me with why you say I should know you or for why I’m here?”  The man smiles and laughs, “Because you are not just a mortal, but that is information for later why i’m here is because I was your friend from long ago, don't you remember me playing with you when you were young?”He looks at me with questioning curious eyes and i realize that they are two      different coloured eyes one a beautiful cats gold while the other is a deep violet. “Sir what do you mean, I am not a mortal how is that even possible... I mean I am normal I am not different!” I ask exasperated. Why darling you are just going to have to find out and follow me, you can trust me for i am the one who wrote the note. So if you will trust me i can guide you to where we need to go Milady.” I look at him with wide untrusting eyes shaking my head, “You’re a stranger to me how in the world do I know how to trust you?” The man sighs and shakes his head as if frustrated and then he puts his and on my cheek and it feels as if a spark of electricity goes through me. Suddenly I am not in this world and instead inside of my memories as a little girl in a strange but wondrous land  and a younger boy with the same striking eyes with me but he has fire on his hand and is not running away in fear and i am doing the same looking at it with curious eyes. Then I’m back in the present looking up at him with wide eyes, “H-How d-did you do that?!” The man grins and looks at me and then walks away saying in a low voice, You’re just going to have to follow me and find out luv.” I hurry along and follow him because  didn't know what else I could do and I didn't just make it this far to just turn tail and head back home.

H-hello I-im new here and ... u-uhhh..... im n-not usually nervous but for some reason I am.,.. and the way I type is how I would say it ..... but ummmm..... hi? .... >.<

Hi, all.

I would really like to share a shortened version of my life with you. Perhaps you can gain some comfort in the knowledge that no one has a perfect life. No matter how you may feel, someone can relate and will help ease the worry if they can.

I'm 21 years old. I live in a lovely 3 bedroom house, on top of a mountain, with my fiancé and our 3 cats and rabbit. I've been with my fiancé for 4 and a half years.

Sound wonderful?
Every story has a twist.

My mother has poor mental health, my father abandoned me several times growing up, I got uprooted from my bad home life with my mother to go to live with my grandmother on my dad's side.
I got bullied in school and started drinking and smoking at 14. I moved to another country to live with my fiancé at 17. I began to slowly become a hermit. I wouldn't leave the house for weeks or months at a time.

Recently, I finally plucked up the courage to seek help for what I assumed was mild depression. After a nerve-racking and emotional doctors appointment, I was prescribed strong anti-depressants for severe depression that the doctor believes I have had for more than half of my life.

I still wake up every morning and put one foot in front of the other.

You can too.

Don't look at our stories as chapters of the same book, see them for the works of art that they truly are. Individual and unique.

You can write your own story. Even the best writers need a little help from time to time. Don't hesitate to ask for it. Just be open to accepting it.

I am always here if you want to talk.

Patch. x

I'm sorry for my lengthy absence everyone.

I have been battling with finding a new anti-depressant and have been terrible at keeping my head straight to come on here and do what I originally set out to do.

I have made a commitment to help others and I let the ball slip but needed to focus on getting myself to a good place.

If you need/want to talk about anything, I shall be checking my notifications every few hours so I'll get your comments and we'll take it from there.

If not, then I wish you every happiness for the future.


How are you today?

Conflicting emotions? Confusion? I'm here to help however I can. Send me a quick comment and we'll go from there.

I am available to speak privately if you would prefer. Just let me know. :-)
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