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Beautiful Destinations


I once had this teacher
who had put a sticky note 
on the inside of my notebook
for that class.
 
The inside of each cover was full
of quotes, 
that I wrote on sticky notes.
Except for the inside of the front cover.
It had one open spot left.
 
You see, over the summer break of that year,
A fellow student of mine,
Was killed
by a car that hit him while he was walking early in the morning*.
I was dealing with it all very hard.
The class had to turn our notebooks in so that 
the teacher could check them.
 
 
Once we got them back, I had intended to
 fill that last spot space with a quote 
that I had found.  
 
But my teacher got to it first. 
When I opened my notebook, inside I found,
What I thought was the most amazing quote ever.
 
 
"Difficult roads 
Often Lead
To
Beautiful Destinations"
 
 
A truly beautiful quote.  
 
And from that day on,
I had seen the light at the end of the
very dark tunnel that I was headed down.
 
 
 
 
But as of today, no, as of August,
that light is now
gone.
 
And I'm surrounded by nothing 
but false hope,
and I'm tired of being played.
 
 
 I want, no, I NEED someone, something
to pull me out of this hell hole
before I leave my way.
 
The "selfish", yet "easy" way.
 
 
 
Why do so many people think its
the easy way out?
 
Cuz it's really not.     I've tried
I don't know how many
times now
to
leave
my way,
 
 
And it sure isn't easy.
 
It's hard,
 
so crazy difficult to do.
 
 
I've been there, almost making it out 
my way, only to have gotten
my timing wrong, or
not apply
enough
 
PRESSURE.
 
 
 
Always having what it takes to get 
to the door,
but never enough to
open it and go through.
 
 
 
 
 
Until now.
 
 
This feeling that I have,
is so much stronger
      than before.
 
I know if I try to leave
my way,
Iĺl make it.
 
 
But I need someone, 
or something,
to pull me out
before I try
anything!
 
 
Please, anyone!
 
Anything!
 
 
 
 
 
 
I WANT OUT SO GET ME THE HELL OUT!
 
 
Someone, please...
.....
......
.....
.....
.....
.....
.....
 
please just listen,
and maybe,
no,
hopefully
you'll hear 
my 
cry for
help.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Because not all roads
 
lead to 
 
Beautiful Destinations
 
in the end.
 
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