In these hard days a girl like her sometimes feels like some stranger roaming the world. Instead standing up tall, she sits down on a lonely chair. And lets imagine that is the last thing she has. Half dark room, with only one ray of light, she's hoping that maybe... You can hear her breathe in all emotions she has kept within her. All hopes for him. Hopes that one day his lips will touch her sensitive body. That one day instead of lying in this dirt around her, she'll be able to breathe free. And after a while when moment has past, people seem to get further and further away from her. Even simple Hello and Goodbye can become something frustrating. Although story of her dead cat is more disturbing to me. It becomes nothing for her and people around.
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