Escribí esto ayer en el rol en el que participo... hablando sobre un engaño. La persona que habla, esta en una situación peculiar. Embarazada de 2 meses pierde a su hijo, su novio hace dos meses que no esta con ella y, desesperada, lo deja y se acuesta con el primo de este, que es el único que parece apoyarla.
Su familia, al enterarse, la atormenta, diciendo que es una vergüenza para la misma y su novio golpea a su primo y no quiere dirigirle la palabra a ninguno de los dos.
Me gusto como quedo, aunque sea re triste, así que lo pongo aquí para que no se pierda. Cheers.
Su familia, al enterarse, la atormenta, diciendo que es una vergüenza para la misma y su novio golpea a su primo y no quiere dirigirle la palabra a ninguno de los dos.
Me gusto como quedo, aunque sea re triste, así que lo pongo aquí para que no se pierda. Cheers.
"Don't you understand? It's all broken know. I am here, you are there, and the others like to watch us and laught.
It meens nothing. It is hopeless. They don't believe in our mistakes. They blame without knowing and know half of the truth.
Yet, I'm still here. I don't know how I am able to do it. But I ramain, and you do the same.
It's was like a liquor, an exquisite fragace that enchanted us. A fine sweet perfum, like a young and inocent child.
But that beautiful flower startes to mutate, deriving itself into a poison, a drug, that makes us bleed, makes us guilty, incoherently shap, like a sword thrust. What's that stange feeling? Guilt? Deseperation? Death wish?
We hurt each other. We hurt outsiders. Family says NO to us, because we are a disgrace, a blasfemy, a disgusting bad taste in the tongue for the others.
Wish they didn't have to continue talking about it. Wish the stop looking at us in that way. But no, they can't. Thay have to make me remember that I am guilty. Do they really think I do expect to be inocent?
They are so mistaken... they don't even know how wrong they are.
Of all the people I thought would suport me, only a few did. If I have dissapointed you, you don't even know how much you dissapointed me."
It meens nothing. It is hopeless. They don't believe in our mistakes. They blame without knowing and know half of the truth.
Yet, I'm still here. I don't know how I am able to do it. But I ramain, and you do the same.
It's was like a liquor, an exquisite fragace that enchanted us. A fine sweet perfum, like a young and inocent child.
But that beautiful flower startes to mutate, deriving itself into a poison, a drug, that makes us bleed, makes us guilty, incoherently shap, like a sword thrust. What's that stange feeling? Guilt? Deseperation? Death wish?
We hurt each other. We hurt outsiders. Family says NO to us, because we are a disgrace, a blasfemy, a disgusting bad taste in the tongue for the others.
Wish they didn't have to continue talking about it. Wish the stop looking at us in that way. But no, they can't. Thay have to make me remember that I am guilty. Do they really think I do expect to be inocent?
They are so mistaken... they don't even know how wrong they are.
Of all the people I thought would suport me, only a few did. If I have dissapointed you, you don't even know how much you dissapointed me."
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