He's like Rain
Sitting under a shade, while the rain poured down heavy and unforgiving, he thought maybe he would journal his encounter that had just taken place. Maybe another time after he reaches the hospital he won't even have the time to breathe steadily. He took out his journal and a pen from his pocket and wrote his heart out. It was a normal day. As normal, it meant that I was shown my worth and how I wasn't allowed to voice my opinion. Last night's attempt to save myself had rendered my fingers numb and my neck sore. It is funny how abuse is always linked to a male. For me, it wasn't a male, it was my own mother. She had said to me that I was nothing but a burden on her and that she was wasting her money on me. It hurt a lot, but then again I was focused on self, pity and my pain, which made it
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