The Broken Pieces of Tears
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  • Reads 1,320
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 36m
Ongoing, First published Jun 03, 2012
Mature
I had the answers all along.. Far from the beginning of time. How stupid. But, when?  When did that happen? 
  
  I wish I never knew.. But, how is that possible? There was no clue. It never made sense. 
  
  The past remained hidden. I was blinded from the unveiling truth of my own belief with reality. It should have stayed that way. But, I spilled it. 
  
  It haunted me, it always had been smoothly written and laid. Ever since, It was all doubts. It was never a curious mind. In that case, I was fooled. 
  
  Sincerity. Innocence. It never existed. I should have not heard it. I should have never relied on this delirious curiosity. 
  
  Only to find out that it was on me. Life was never as undeniably unpredictable as this. All written down in specific details.
  
  But, it could have been a better role, if I was never the outcast of my own fairy tale..
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20 parts Ongoing

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.