I'm sitting in the dark, ciggerete in my hand, bottle of gin in front of me, no one to talk to, thinking, how the hell did I end up here. The music that I'm listening to is the only way I can express myself. I keep asking myself, where did I go wrong. I had the most perfect life, everybody wished for. A lovely husband, who carried me on his two hands, two children, who had my heart since the day they were born.
Why God, why did You take them away so soon?!?! I didn't even got the chance to say goodbuy. Since the accident I can't see the meaning of my life anymore. It's all gone. It's all taken away from me, in one single moment. I really don't know what to do. I'm not hungry, maybe I should just starve to death. It's as if my book's pages is all thorn out. There's nothing to live for. I need help. But I don't want help. My soul died. I'm confused. What now?
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Life
RandomThe narrator's world was thorn appart since her husband and two children died in an accident. She was going through conflict with herself but also with God. As the story goes on, something came up, and she rised again.
