Waking up in Scattered filth, contempt with the blankets on top. Zyle rotted in the bed for another hour;delusion of something of fortune making his mood better was the only thing on her mind. Zyle is aware how utterly exhausting it is choosing to stay but insist on being comfortable for a little longer until the day starts having interactions. "Holidays are so garbage where is the humanity celebration" Zyle told herself. Yet she knows he would repeat herself until the end of time. Aware getting up would
result in her witnessing more ignorant things from her family;she sighed at the thought of seeing such atrocities in the early morning. "Still what else can i do" she said very quietly in her very quiet abode. Haven't planned anything, talked to anybody, sad at the thought of getting denied. She insisted on just telling herself for the thousandth time. "Hmph when"
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The leisure of misery
Non-FictionZyle is a being thats born in misfortune. Rallied with unfortunate souls they try to climb obstacle's of faith. Zyle wants better, knows better, yet feels left.
