A Walk 2Believe (Ongoing)

A Walk 2Believe (Ongoing)

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She is Leosolie Vergara a girl who badly want to end her life because she is worthless until she met this guy named Kurt Ylarde Villacencio a bad guy, playboy and he wants his life mess. They don't believe life make's us happy because they're both suffering something that they want forgot. "Just like our story, we don't believed that life make's us live in this world happy. Not until we Walk together to Believe what is the real meaning of our LIFE." ~Leosolie Vergara♥
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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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