Who am I?...
Damm how I hate this question.. what's my name?...
this question is the one that I hate the most, god how I wish that I had the chance to name my self.. why do I have to go with the name that my parents gives me.. why do I have do haer people call me a name that I didn't choose for my self, yes I fkn know I was just a baby and I can't say a fkn word.. but wait did that really give my parents the right to choose our name life school and mostly DREAMS just if we could choose our names by our self that couldn't happened from the beginning, they say parents know best but I see otherwise they don't... God ..God is the only one how knows best ... all those words I wrote is the anger that I keep in my heart the anger that I keep with my self the anger that fight with every single day, my name? ... my name is sam, how old I'm? ... I'm 22 year old ... Damm I feel so big not because of the namper it's because that I still didn't even reach any thing from my dreams, why? ... because of my dad ... yeah because of my dad the one that should be the hero of my life the one that I should always look forward to the one that should love me the most the one that should do the impossible for me but he did otherwise he broke the shit out of me, why? ... because in the end of the day I'm just a girl how always bring shame to the family, really? ... I don't know that what they always say ... Yup what a beautiful life I have ...
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If their is any wrong word please pardon me caz English is not my first language, and this chapter is one an intredusing for what the story would look like, thanks for reading hope you like the beginning and be free to tell my your opinion
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A Dream
Non-FictionThey learn us how to dream they told us that we should had a dream they give us colors to color our dream and when we are done they till us "Good job, I hope one day your dream come true" and they are the one that brakes all of our dreams ... ______...
