Ah memories ..
They come and go and eventually...
forgotten...
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...AHH!
Oh.
It's just a dream..
God I need a shower..
Hello it's me [insert name] again Tatay
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Yeah just a dream..
I guess I can just focus on my studies..
Or try to live how I am..
I don't really know what else to do
I hope your doing well Tatay...
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Now how did we end up in this situation..
Probably happened when I was about 5.
I was hated by my parents..
The first memory was being scolded for spilling water.
Lame right?
Well that's how I got my first scar only my left arm.
I cried of course.
Soon the pain from the knife stopped...
Sooner or later I got used to it.
The punishments grew more and more cruel.
One wound almost killed me, but I lived.
I always tried to call for help.
They are demons.
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Happiness...
Teen FictionStory with my dark thoughts and feelings so no script for this lel just winging it heh Trigger Warning ⚠️ if you are sensitive to depression or self harm or a judgmental person do not read this.
