She didn't even believe that those were the words, coming out of my mouth.
And I was so sure that she wouldn't understand, that I've given up any full description,
Any real emotion, that its appearance was so needed.
And I haven't even tried to convince.
I'm full of thoughts,of anxiety which I'm sure that won't pass away,
for at least ten years.
I had a protector. But he's lost somewhere.
Just like me.
I hate this narrow-minded quality, that doen't even allow me to try things in a different way.
Feeling this anguish is not what you mean to feel, after seeing a proper man.
He was so right, so calm, so.. him. That I don't know wheter I'll have a will to find.. another one.
They'll see the change right away, since I'm sure I won't be able to control myself.
And that's the whole true-
I hate them. hate their country. hate their stupid minds. hate their smiles.
Hate their culture.
And, as you can see, I don't even include myself as a part of them.
and only one person knows the feeling.. of shame.
I don't want to stay here.
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