They are all afraid of darkness, afraid of all dark places, all avoiding unknown places and angles because they are accustomed to something called light.
But I used to have something called darkness. Me….. I am the Cloud… Im calm, I say inside me that Im not strong from the noise. Im afraid of people.
I can talk, Im ashamed of everyone. My heart starts to beat very quickly, and my hand shudders hysterically when a passer-by talks or asks me something. I was deprived of all these things Why… W …W … Why because darkness robbed me. Sometimes I envy everyone when I see them with their mouths open,
and they keep talking without a beating heart or trembling hand. Haha, wide smiling mouths, I envy them.
I saw my madness and I saw him talking to me.
Am I crazy?
I don know…
I still hear their voices that scare my heart. Im afraid one day Ill be dead. You hear me, I hear them, I hear them, Im scared, but that fear won last long. It won be long, but Im still that weak, and scared, my hearts still ticking. My broken heart is going to be their hell. I heard Yum that the man entering the storm isn the same one who gets out of it. Am I going to be that guy?
Over time, I will recover from my weakness, not my pain, because the pain makes me strong. I can imagine myself without pain. Ill be their pain, but not now because Im still that egg that wants to crush the stone. Don be the egg that wants to crush the room because its going to break. Be the tremor that will crush the stone into a diaspora.
She tells me to torture them and then
Killing them or killing them will make me happy, but…
Would I be happy to kill them?
Do I want to tell the truth?
He says like a Moroccan, every darkness that passes through you, enlightens you. Now my darkness is light or light, it is my darkness that fell at the bottom of the question again. In life, lessons taught me, values taught me to face darkness with light, not darkness, taught me to calm down in front of the enemy, and attracted me to laugh to meet my enemies.
I think everyones asking me who I am, whos that kid? Oh, I don know! Have you ever seen him? No way, hes a stranger. Thats what they say when you saw me.
Im devastated It doesn scare me anymore. It won make me sad. A moment I laugh, a moment I hurt, a moment I conquer.
I locked myself in the dark box. No one goes in. And no one comes out of it. There is no way to break down these barriers. I can break it. Its not easy to be dark on the other side that people are afraid of. The side of mixed feelings and the desire of the black to die.
I adapted to my situation, so I heard and laughed, insulted, and I would advise you to see the verdict everywhere in the simplest things.
Days and months passed and passed and in moments of panic went from fear to pain, from darkness and honest unity to lies accelerated heartbeats, betrayal, hypocrisy, and deception.
Hatred and hatred are all bad things that I carry for this life or the wrong side of it, which is human beings or whatever to say that, and he has a grudge against the hypocritical, false, deceptive and arrogant society, Ive seen things I never imagined would happen. In the dark past, I remember my teachers making fun of me and the rest of the students, and I didn realize it until I went out for this nightmare.
I was very young and my little hand was shaking and preventing my tears from falling, and I denied what my teachers told me was my screams without it being inaudible and loud inside repeating and repeating that I am not, then lowering my head…, I feel the heat coming out of my worn clothes, its twice as much as I still remember, and I still remember all these things because they are the ones that make me strong.
I repeat, and I say that if it didn happen to me, thats what I was here, I wasn sitting and I wasn telling my story. It hurts my heart, and I feel it. The wind I breathe turned into knives and stabbed me bitterly and bitterly every time I breathed, and if I thought more and went back to the events, I realized that this was the feeling. …
I heard Muhammad al-Ghumari say<>
This sound came back, I returned to my miserable state again….. I can even walk in front of people. I…I… I can even walk past people.
Im terrified of the way they watch me sweat on my forehead when I start talking, and I stutter when talking, even with myself, Im not crazy, but Im sane. I became an exile from this weak life, not stronger on something isolated from everyone, barely speaking only to myself as a prisoner but free in the hell of a life.
Between a night and a night, I became in love with grief, pale colors, calm colors, a wounded heart, winter, and rainy nights, ||||||| Its like Christmas, this period that I hope won go away and that youll stay on this life, my unhappy days.
I dreamed of smiling one day and smiling, not from my facial expressions, but from the bottom of my heart That was my dream, so you treat my wounds with this smile thats going to heal my wounds like nothing was going to happen An unspeakable life thats hard for everyone, but I loved it.
I exhausted my soul until I bled from crying I wish I hadn lived my life, and I wish I had.
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