WHY ME?
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Last published Wed, May 31, 2017
A close door will not always be, I don't know if a full minute goes by that I don't think of it, that I don't reply how I felt to have it done, that their eyes look the way it couldn't be.
And yet I'm hiding, still. They talk as if my feelings won't hurt by past, as if they couldn't possibly be relevant now that I know the truth. But I don't have that kind of power over how I feel. That life could be a mystery's, I might be trap or find a key for ease, where a new door was taken by whom I don't know. In which my decision is far from the way I think. Where I rather choose to die or kill, then tell me how it could be. And for some who says that people come to stop when they ready to death, but what if I'm the one whose getting to, would I rather choose to stop? Or ask God, why me?.
A story of a young man named Flourd who turned into a different person after his parents died in crime made by a person he tottaly knew, would he accept whose the person behind?
WHY ME?....
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