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Tommy. Page Three

Tommy sat back for a second, thinking where he should look next. He didn't really have any social life, so he had time to read more. He thought about scars on the heart from a diary. Isn't it how it always starts? Something about love? Love which transforms into pain. Books, movies and songs, they all had it in them, because love is a great power. Love is something that everyone seeks, and afraid at the same time. Love can create and can destroy, because love is stronger than a human. Love brings you true joy, or take it away forever... However, that was only Tommy's assumptions from what he heard or saw. He never experienced love himself. Even his parents' love was missing from his life. Of course, he…
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Game to play

My worldview got very negative more than a year ago and since then bad things keep happening, so it never was fixed. Tell me anything good and I will throw something bad about it back. Quite a talent I developed in that (you can try in comments section to say me something positive, haha). It is hard to live like that, when you don't see any light. So now when I am in a process of fixing my life, when worst stress is over and I am just picking up broken pieces after disaster, I want to stop being so negative. My friend offered to play a game when on each negative thing I say, I must say "but..." and add something positive after. Day three is going right now…
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Scars

Scars… everyone has at least one scar: on your body or on your heart. I have many scars in all shapes and depth. My heart probably has more scar-tissue than anything else, but those scars are invisible to strangers, so they are not interested in them. What about physical scars? I heard people are embarrassed by them, or I heard as others say that scars are “ugly”. Depending on the scar of course, but I don’t understand why would they think so? Each of my scars is a story, each of them is telling who I really am and what I went thru. I have many scars on my body, but the biggest one, the one I heard being called ugly once is my dearest scar. I did it to…
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Tommy. Second Page

In the safety of his tiny room with only one source of light: the lamp on his table (there was a window, but it faced a brick wall of building next to it), Tommy pulled the purple diary from under his coat and put it carefully on the table. Along with his lamp he had a desk table, a bed and a very small dresser. Oh yes, and of course one poster on the wall: his favorite sci-fi show since he was a kid. He didn’t own much because he had only a part-time job at the repair shop, where people could bring any electronic device. He had less than 30 hours a week and got paid a minimum wage, because he didn’t have documents, and the owner was very…
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Tommy. First Page

That was what Tommy saw on the last page of a dirty diary. Tommy didn’t have the luxuries of a good life. His mom ran away with a rock band musician when he was 10 years old. One morning he heard a noise and his dad’s scream, “Lora? Lora!”. Little Tommy sat up in his bed and looked through the window with his sleepy eyes. His mother, Lora, was at the car, opening its door in a rush, throwing in her bag on the back seat and jumping in right after. The car looked small and rusty, but it got away very fast so his dad couldn’t catch up. Tommy remembered that his dad, David Blackmoore, was just standing there on the street in his robe, looking at the corner…
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