I overheard my parents talking about me behind my back. Seriously, I'm scared. Behind the walls, I can hear their cold and muffled voices echoing with seeming sarcasms and cynicisms. I tried so hard to bring my self to sleep, close my eyes, rest my mind, calm my soul. My attempts were in vain. As a form of momentary distraction, I shifted my thoughts on something else. I could only see fraulein Maria happily gliding and singing The Sound of Music on a rolling hill. Then Bette Davis and her deep unguarded eyes. Gwyneth Paltrow's ridiculous website. Chocolates. City Lights.
I failed.
I can still hear their voices and indistinct snarl out of the corner of my room. Then again, I'm thinking of sunrise and the hope that comes with it. Im thinking of increasing my repertoire of ways to escape and find remorse in this world where nobody else understands me.
Their voices have slowly faded but I'm not sure how long it will last.
I failed.
I can still hear their voices and indistinct snarl out of the corner of my room. Then again, I'm thinking of sunrise and the hope that comes with it. Im thinking of increasing my repertoire of ways to escape and find remorse in this world where nobody else understands me.
Their voices have slowly faded but I'm not sure how long it will last.
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