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Dark Clouds (English Version)

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LETTURE 49
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Parti 10
Tempo 1h 3m

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"You are okay?" the man asked in a gentle tone.

But I couldn't answer it, the question made me feel even more confused about my own life. It's been years, the wound is still clearly stored in my heart. The wound won't fade no matter how far I go. Crying alone is not enough to fade the wound. 

I was like a jelly that shattered when thrown from the fourteenth floor, my soul collapsed in an instant, from then on there was no more happiness for me other than them and a man who is now wasting my life, he has possessed me. He poisoned my brain and I can only sigh. Struggling to let it go. However, the wound is getting wider. 

I am like a child running after a kite under the dark clouds with its lightning. And inside my heart is always screaming, "Everything will be fine, and always will be okay!"Tutti i diritti riservati

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My Twisted Tale

I grew up in a broken home, where words were weapons-sharper than any blade, leaving invisible scars that cut deeper than any physical wound. Actions followed suit, leaving me battered, bruised, and broken. Pain wasn't a fleeting visitor-it was my constant companion. The blood that stained my skin became a cruel reminder of the endless struggles I was forced to endure. Rejection wasn't just something I felt-it was an unrelenting force that stalked me, whether at home, in the cold halls of school, or in the deafening silence of my own mind. I was convinced that I was worthless, unlovable, and destined to a life of torment. Then, something changed-or so I thought. I met people who seemed different. For the first time, I wasn't just seen as the shattered girl I had become. They looked past the surface scars, both the ones I wore openly and the ones buried deep within me, offering kindness in a world that had forgotten it existed. I let myself believe in their words and actions, allowing a small flame of hope to flicker inside me. Slowly, piece by piece, I began to rebuild myself, grasping at any sense of normalcy I could find. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, my pain didn't define me. But in the end, I was wrong about them. They, too, left me broken. This is my journey-surviving the violence of words and actions, fighting through abuse and rejection, and still finding the strength to rise. Even in the darkest moments, when it feels like there's nothing left, I fought through the pain, piece by piece, until I finally found my worth.