Belong

Belong

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- I don't wanna move! It's the fourth time this year! Tears slowly fell down my chin, and the pain was burning trough me. -Juni, it's time and you know that, they can't find out! Nothing is made for us! My dad yelled after me with a mad serious tone. -Why? Cant know what, You know, forget it! You never tell me anything after mum died! My chin was itching after the pain and I felt the regret making me wanna throw up. Neither my dad or me were the same after she passed away. My dad immediately stopped his argument. He took his glass of water and pushed it away on the other side of the table. He frustrated stood up, turned around and walked with certain steps away from me. I took a deep breath and laid my head in my hands. Years pass and still even if it's 365 days in the year, it can't seem to happen anything new in these after all. Every year is the same, move, move and move, that's all. It's like this world ain't made for us. Where do we, or "I" belong?
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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