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Post by larkeh on Jun 23, 2008 20:36:44 GMT -5
 hold on when you feel like letting go
Mommy never wanted me. Therefore never loved me. Daddy always beat me. Neither of them really cared what I did or where I was. For all they cared I could rot. I am the way I am because of them. Because of them I do things that are "wrong." Because of them I've gotten myself into trouble. Because of them I turned to the drugs, alcohol, cutting, picking on people, hurting my siblings, hurting myself. Because of them I feel like I was never meant to live. Because of them I feel that I am nothing more than trash, set on this earth to litter it.
I got caught committing a crime. They found out my father was beating me. I got caught with the drugs in hand. My best friend told that I'd been cutting. My little sister told her teacher that I'd been picking on her. They got to me before I died.
Whatever the story is. Whatever your background might be. Whatever you may have done. You've ended up in the spotlight and not in a good way. Maybe Mom and Dad aren't sure what to do with you? Maybe the state needs to shove you somewhere for the time being. Whatever the case is you've been sent to Brinley Academy. Brinley Academy, a large equine facility located on the outskirts of Los Angeles, CA.
The troubled are sent to Brinley to recover. Whether it'll work or not is up to you. But it seems that between the gentle horses and the easy going staff the "troubled" tend to ease up. Tend to let their guard down. Tend to want to change. What will you do? How will you handle this new place that you've been sent to? Will you give in to the healing or will you fight it while kicking and screaming. Only you can decide.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 4, 2008 10:27:37 GMT -5
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