G.A.W Anne
Bio
Pray, hope, cry for inspiration. But never sell your soul.
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What happened to us?
What happened to us? When did we lose ourselves? ’’And when his garden died, he died too.’’ (....) ’’He often worried about you.’’ —’’I wonder why did this child become so silent. She never says when she’s afraid, even if she’s terrified, she never expresses when she's sad. There’s just a blank on her face that doesn’t let you guess anything. How will she ask for help when she’ll need it? Will she even ask anymore? Or will she just let herself die, with that impassive face and hollow interior. When did she become like this? This is not what I wanted. This is not how I asked her to live her life. What went wrong? Why don’t you know? Why do you just stare at me? Why don’t you know!? What happened to you too? I don’t understand anything..Why won’t you answer me? You’re not even real, are you? You seem so glacial..Right, of course…because you're a figment of her murky mind. This is not you, I know. Because the real you would just embrace me and cry with me. But the real you can’t do that anymore.’’
By G.A.W Anne2 years ago in Motivation
