Lived to Death
By Alan Forrest Smith
Julie is dead. She lived herself to death. She was murdered by advertising.
She looked gorgeous I mean really drop dead stunning.
Her hair was thick, long, red with beautiful Irish curls and would spring up and down and she walked along the street.
In most peoples eyes she was the perfect body shape with curves to die for. Her eyes were as green as the fresh grass of spring with lashes the longest you’d ever seen.
Her skin glowed like the warm sun on an early morning and was the envy of all her female friends.
She wore the best clothes, the very best. The labels, the brands, whatever you would see in the top magazine, she would wear it.
The guys loved her. Why not she looked incredible!
I swear whenever Julie walked out every single head would turn.
However Julies eyes hid a secret. You’d only see her secret if you could fall deep enough into her eyes. That was near impossible, Julie had become over protective of everything and rarely revealed or shared anything anymore.
Julie lived herself to death. She’s dead.
Julie is part of a generation that is told things like …
You don’t need sleep!
You can stay up all day and party endlessly all night.
Drink and drink and drink as much alcohol as you like then flush out with a ‘reviver’.
Smoke and play with drugs.
In fact do as you like, do as you want, do as you feel. Tomorrow you might die!
Julie was part of a fooled generation that has been led to believe that most actions don’t have a consequence.
She lived herself to death. Killed by over consumption of alcohol and fast living. Murdered by lies.
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