River Flows In you

River Flows In you

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 24, 2023
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Tay I woke up in a coma a month after a car accident losing 10 years of my memories. Everything was weird after, like I've lost everything that i ever wanted . To my surprise everything that turned their back on me when i was 18 was now at my side. Smiling like, all those events wasn't real like it's all just a nightmare. A year have passed since then and i still haven't recover my memories. But I've been dreaming, a faceless person playing the piano over and over that i wanted it to be real. Until i met him. New thitipoom, the guy who hates me to the core. I shouldn't be bothered by it but i did. How can i? When I look at him and i saw my whole world with him. This is a story on how that person burned for me.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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