„every day of life is like a true nightmare. If you hadn't bad dreams at night you wake up and go through one of them.
Having no breakfast leaving home appearing on the street. The grey, loveless street with this hated society.
You needn't to look at them as you know they are staring at you. Knowing what you are. Hating you so much that their glance is hurting on your skin.
You keep on going trying to ignore them. Trying to ignore their words. -these hated, hurting words- you keep on going, suddenly a stop; they are in front of you.
Your eyes closed your mind sharp. „what is life supposed to be?“ you ask yourself. „will i ever be able to love or be loved?“
your body starts to shiver your blood feels cold. Your soul feels trapped. Trapped by them catched by the society captured by something called life...
it's like your soul is trapped inside a bottle of glass. You can see everything but can't do anything. And the worst thing is it's getting smaller and tighter and you can't breath anymore...
you wake up from your thoughts. Raising your head looking into the eyes of your enemies.
A little smile goes over your face. Just for a second or more. Small tears running out of your eyes.
You make a step forward thinking again of your life. „life is cruel! And if you lose control, you lose yourself. Have i lost myself, too? … yes...i have“
and the last thing you can remember is the pain of being striked by the others. missing the warm and unknown feeling of being loved by someone“ (neotu)
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