I'm not a criminal, but I feel like one.
I'm not in jail, but I am imprisoned here.
Wishing that someday I might live a life different from now.
When would I be able to open doors with my own hands?
And experience so many things outside these walls.
Am I going to blame myself for wanting to escape from darkness and see the light of hope?
Hope that brings happiness and butterfly feeling in my stomach.
I felt happiness within me.
Feeling complete by the people surrounds me.
And overwhelmed by the words they say.
But, they were impermanent.
I felt sorrow within me.
Feeling incomplete by the missing piece of my whole.
And betrayed by the disguised angel.
How would I embrace the reality, if I am regretting the things I've done.
Will I be swallowed by despair and shed my tears alone?
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THE MURDERER: Mistaken Identity
Written by: L E I R O N L E I R O
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