“The path I walk lights up in flames” ― R. Karim
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(Mikayla)
I sat there for a long time, never moving, stuck.... as thoughts buzzed inside me. I felt like I was seeing myself from somewhere out there. I felt disconnected. The sounds inside me were shrilly, deafening.
This truth... whatever it was, would forever change me.
My brain felt like the busy streets of Vizlehr where everything was drowned out in the voices.
My dad was not my dad and my mom was not my mom. My mom, the one who gave birth to me, left me in a hospital, alone, for whatever reason. My mom, the one who took care of me, didn't actually know her son had died that day, when my new life began here in this house.
And...
I might not even be a tainted!
So who the hell am I?
All my life, I had been complaining
