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And now...What's left...
And what's left of this girl...with the story...
She has a creepy picture of humans.
It's hard for her to trust anyone.
And if there is someone she can trust...she does not want to lose this person.
Bella said, that she knows that she behaves strange...
But that is the only thing she can do.
All she learned from herself...was trying to understand whats going on.
That's why she never cried for help...and still...
She tries to understand...if something is going wrong.
But there are things...she'll never know an understand.
"Why are the hitting me again? What did I do wrong?"
Why was she the chosen one?
Why did nobody help her?
And why...didn't she said something?
All she did was crying...
Even when her best friend hit her.
He hit her so hard...and she was so young and helpless.
She cannot remember why he hit her...
But the pain and loneliness she felt after that...that is something she will remember for ever.
Next day...they played and talked like they use
Listen to One StoryListen To One story
Let me tell you a story about a little girl called Bella.
All she had was her mother and that's it. She knows her father, sees him often. But it's not like a father-dauther-relationship...it never was.
When she played outside the house...children, same age as her came, pulled her down to the floor and hit her. Without any reasons.
With sand in the hair and face she came back home. But she didn't cry...she laughed. Everytime her mum asked, she didn't tell a thing.
She didn't want to make anyone worried about her...maybe she was scared nobody might take care.
That's what the children always told her.
"NOBODY likes you!!!"
"You are ugly."
"Get away from here!"
"She tries to run, get her!! Quick!"
The first time she made her mother cry....she'll never forget....
About 7 years old...sitting beneath her mother. Everything she had.
"Mama...sometimes I feel like nobody and nothing likes me. It's like I am in an empty room...and everything I like wants to ge
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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