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Long chapter. Coz why not🙃

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Back to Korea.

➷diary of rick sanders➹

I run my hand through the wornout book. It was those note books on which we used to write our notes in school. One side spiral where you could keep you pencil or pen.

I carefully flip it over, and start reading it.

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(seven year meeeee)
Today we arrived in ̶s̶o̶t̶h South  ̶C̶h̶o Korea. Finally got the spelling right! Dadda and mamma said we are gonna stay here for a week. I am excited!!

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Today, no one was there to play with me. Mamma was busy chatting with Mr. Morgen. And bro was lost as usual. Even during vacation, they were all busy :c Dadda came home late too. But, today I found a forest!! It was soooooo green. Green and it was dense! I remember miss Julie rant about its beauty for two whole days. Shush! I don't want anyone to know about it.

I turn the page around. An audible gasp escaped my mouth. The corners of the page were rusted to brown and tiny handprints of rusted blood traced on the page. And for the first time, he hadn't written a detailed description. And there was no evidence of his tears.

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forest. dad left. no one cared. momma marry morgen. love?

That's all he wrote. I could just imagine what he was going through. I might have faced similar circumstances, but I was a teen and he was a fucking child of seven years. I hadn't realised my tears until one of them dropped right on the page, bloating with the rust.

He was more lonely than I had thought him to be.

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bro came home the next day. with the same red liquid my hand was drenched in yesterday when i found dad...
dead..he pushed me away and said i was  ̶s̶i̶e̶k̶o psycho (google helped me this time).
But i think bro is hiding something. he won't say it tho.

never mind. he hates me anyway. dadda and momma must hate me too. because all i had ever done was annoy them for playing with me.
i get it now.

I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I just couldn't imagine, him being not so different from me. I could relate to his loneliness, though his loneliness was far different from mine. He wanted someone, but there was no one for him. I had deliberately pushed them away and brought my own suffered upon myself.

He was strong enough to face it, and I am still running away.

I wiped my tears and flipped the page. The next pages never had any descriptives anymore. They were only one liners.

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(thirteen)
girl confess. i accept. love she said.

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motherfucking brother. broke my jaw. gave him a swollen eye. mom and morgen silently stare.