There are things to be hidden from, I believe. That sometimes hid in the folds of dawn. War, people dying without water, blood, death, fear of abandonment, mother's death, my father turning out promiscuous, my mother butchering us for revenge, sister eloping, abuse, caring too much, not caring enough, not loving enough, never being loved, cheating, being a faller, scars that are visible, touch on the thigh, touch on my waist, hitting, not knowing enough, knowing too much for people to detest, laughing too hard to cry, heart being stomped, loving a girl, books burning, duty killing love, rejection, falling after sex, pets dying, nuclear war devouring us, deep water, isolation tank, being slapped and calling it love, isolations in a crowd, isolation in a room, isolation, heights with rock beds, snakes, spiders, getting too late to heal, being too strong to break your own wall, being unsuccessful, being too beautiful for others to lick their lips, being too ugly for every pair of eyes, chocking on tears, cigarette smoke getting trapped in my lungs, living with father after mum's death, losing the only few people keeping me alive.
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Notes on Surviving
Ficción GeneralEvery day is a gift however, there are people like Alice who changes many times in a single day because each day is a rabbit hole for them. Likewise, Moor has been surviving each day with equal tenacity. Although she has many privileges to her livin...
