Five years ago ,
I never expected that I would write this novel, and I did not expect that I would stay alive, I did not have this view of life, I saw everything dark black and tortured hell.
It's been so many years and horror dominates my heart, and even harder than this I lived alone in that dreaded house despite my young age.
Within a strange world, my eternal life took it, everything I saw inside this illusion, I believed it, and I did not take it on the basis of my life, but I thought it was the truth of the universe.
I have been in this situation for ten years, ten years and I live in a fantasy lie, the hell of my life, and the horror of my childhood.
No one could understand me, and I would not accuse my unit, because this unit was made by my imagination. But now I know the truth that I have to live and all I write now is the fact that I was living or in other words the fact that my imaginary lie that I was living.
This wasn't phobia or mental illness, or depression, it was more than that.
Everything I experienced, the human mind cannot understand, but I do not know that no one has ever lived, because it is not a dream and not a disease
It's my black fantasy
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