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random #3: she

She curls on her bed and wraps herself around a blanket. She looked like she’s suffering from dysmenorrhea but it was more than that, nor any physical pain. She was trying to muffle her parents’ arguments. She wanted to ignore her sisters’ cries. But she can’t. She was screaming inside but the noises were louder. All she could do was sleep with tears flowing down her pale cheeks. Morning came and she smiles at her friends, hoping they would not notice. And they didn’t. Something died deep within her…for even he did not notice her sad brown orbs.




"You need to get lost before you find yourself" likes: coffee ☕ || rain ☔ || books 📚 || music 🎧 || writing at 2 AM :)

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