Betrayal of Life

Room 801

September 13, 2016

01:46 a.m.

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I dragged my flip-table on my bed closer to me.

It may not be a certain assurance of what I am going to do.

Turning off my call, plugging into the charging hole.

Here I am to shout them out.

I am crazy enough to stand still and remain silent after all those things happened recently. Why should I be in this sort of circumstance?

Is there no other human in this earth that can bear with all of these?
I am fed up with all their hopes, all their words, and all their lies.

She was a girl who loved to laugh with those who love to write.

She is weird, isn't she?

Even when the life began to perish, she smiled.

Rain!

Rainfall!

I blew up everything that she used to have!

GET OUT OF MY WAY!

GET OUT OF HER WAY!

WHY ARE YOU NOT THE WHITE?

It is not racism. Not at all.

 I am glad she is here.

I dragged my flip-table even closer.

My chest hurts. My gut hurts.

Hard to breathe.

She hates the fact that there is a conspiracy between them.

It is not a 5 years-old game for those who are not smart enough.

It is a betrayal of life.

You stabbed her back. He stabbed her back. They stabbed her!

Now she is standing next to the door, bleeding continuously, and crying.

She is betrayed by everybody she used to smile to.