My writing limits....

Before I start, this is more of how I feel on metaphorical terms. I just need to express myself in writing. Enjoy.
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I look at the picture in my hands, crumple it, and throw it to my side. It takes only a moment for me to start ripped out my own hair. I just didn't understand. Was it me? I thought not. It was the people who 'owned' me. I am not owned. People just don't get it. People are cruel. People break down. It just doesn't make sense. I don't care, but do I? I do. On certain levels. I know I can be better than that. I'll show them.

I stand up and brush my knees off with the remaining gravel stuck to them. I walk in a happy fury. I become inspired. I begin throwing my anger into energy to do something good great. I am doing it. They never really minded me, I never minded them. I beat them up with my mind. I created a battle under my own terms and won. Victory.

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Inspiring music playlist used;
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL79BE1D250BA88D39&feature=mh_lolz