I dont know how to feel...maybe...Im not supposed to feel anything...
The anger and frustration continues to well up so fast...That is the only feeling I realy feel....
More of it comes from the people are around me...There is no escaping this torture...My body is always so tense...I never have a break from being watched...I always have to be well behaved...and mistakes are forbiden...One slip up and the yelling begins...Relaxing is rare...Maybe [if I am lucky] I get to relax 5 hours ever week...
What kind of life is this?....Is it even a life....?
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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