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TiTle: Gray Supremacy
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Thursday, October 01, 2009/ 10/01/2009 12:31:00 am
Happy Children's Day.
Couldn't sleep. Maybe about time I should write something...
I sit, staring at my reflection.
Oh, how haggard I feel yet my reflection showed another me, a beautiful future me that is never meant to be. I look so pale. Thin. Hopeless. Fragile.
Why did life do this to me? Before this, I was a perfect childe. Everyone envied me. I had everything a girl could have. My only evidence of my past memory is my broken doll that I've kept for 8 years now.
War has shown no mercy towards beloved parents. I saw their skull shattered into pieces just when I turned 4. I was warned never to scream if anything happened. I heeded.
To live, I went to an orphanage, picked up by a truck and sent to live as a slave in this mansion. In this gloomy household, I could only imagine my life right now if my parents were never dead.
Perhaps it's time I accepted reality. Perhaps it's time to stop deluding myself. I'll never be myself again. I can only act upon orders. Never upon my own will.
Never.
Couldn't sleep. Maybe about time I should write something...
I sit, staring at my reflection.
Oh, how haggard I feel yet my reflection showed another me, a beautiful future me that is never meant to be. I look so pale. Thin. Hopeless. Fragile.
Why did life do this to me? Before this, I was a perfect childe. Everyone envied me. I had everything a girl could have. My only evidence of my past memory is my broken doll that I've kept for 8 years now.
War has shown no mercy towards beloved parents. I saw their skull shattered into pieces just when I turned 4. I was warned never to scream if anything happened. I heeded.
To live, I went to an orphanage, picked up by a truck and sent to live as a slave in this mansion. In this gloomy household, I could only imagine my life right now if my parents were never dead.
Perhaps it's time I accepted reality. Perhaps it's time to stop deluding myself. I'll never be myself again. I can only act upon orders. Never upon my own will.
Never.
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