A/N: This was written by my friend who will be writing stories that will be posted on my account. Reviews wanted, CC welcomed, flames ignored.

Hurt. The feeling of pain. Not a "hurt in the hip" hurt but a "stab in the heart". The feeling of tears gently rolling down your face. The yearning for being anywhere but there. The longing nd hope for a new day, but knowing the fear and horror it will bring. The kind of hurt where you would rather die than live. That feeling you know too well. This hurt, where you can only see your troubles. It's not easy nor fun but filled with hardship and tears. The suffering and heartache that comes with it. The winding and difficult road that very few have to take. You cry out "Why did this happen to me?" you get hot and frustrated on the outside, yet deep down you are mourning too. You go to school like a masquerade ball, hiding behind your mask, and sealing the hurt. Not letting a sigh escape your lips, but on the inside screaming and wailing shakes your body. It seems hurt follows you wherever you go, right behind you. You seem to only find peace and comfort in moments of rarity, silently begging for more. You have never felt pure bliss, because hurt is still in the back of your head, pounding like a wound that will never heal. Hurt feels like a scar that burns when touched, easily penetrating the heart when looked back on. Hurt has one good thing. It brings hope for a brighter future, a future that will heal the scars and wounds lashed upon us. Hope is the fuel that drives us all to make that final stretch. Hope is like a small candle down a long dark tunnel that shows you the end. A happy ending, it is. All I can say is that there is a candle just around the corner. Hope.

A/N: Speaking of hope, anyone who reads this, go to youtube. Search Kony2012. Watch this video, it will only take about 30 minutes, and you'll be glad you did. This needs to get out there, so watch the video and pass it on. Thanks.

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