ماذا حدث لها لتصبح بذلك البؤس ... تبتسم ساخرة عندما تتذكر تلك الاوهام المسماه بالاحلام ؟! ... و لكنها تعلم ! ... سوف تصبح مثل كل من حولها ... لديها تلك العاءلة المتفككة .. جلست فى ذلك الركن ... فى ذالك الظلام الذى اصبح جزء من روحها الباءسة .... همست بصوت يكاد يسمع من تلك النبحة ... "كل حاجة صح ... بس ليه ؟!!! .. دانا...
وضعت رساله انتحاري بعد ان كتبت بها جميع افكاري السوداويه انها ليست ميتتي الأولي لقد مت قبلها مئه مره 22/10/2017
She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow...
Saint, that's her chosen name and if she has her own way no one would know her real one. If she has her own way a lot of things would happen, her mom would have never left, she would be normal and she would get to be with Nika. Yup, she's just another teenager in Toronto, she has a best friend to die for and a massive...
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