
I had dried out from
crying t
he d
ay before. Refreshed I
mov
ed towards a new hurd
le, stumbling on th
e highr
oad as I heard the words that pulled the right stri
ngs.
Choked from guilt and hurt from pain, with
a feeling of inco
mpetence and self-l
oathing. B
ut as I closed in to the task at hand, I gathered as much strength I had le
ft. Socia
l g
atherings mean bein
g put to the t
est. Becoming one with the environment, a chameleon who's mastered the art of blending in. I cling to walls and skirts and others, envelop them and watch as everyone passes me by. Then I process what my eyes see, what I feel and I act accordingly. To what I should and what I shouldn't, though it rarely ever works. I slur and mumble, grump and whine. All the more now.
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Xaxaxa! M aresei na grafw sta agglika orismena keimena. Einai tragiko, to kserw, alla noiw8w pws merikes lekseis sta agglika mou tairiazoun perissotero k synais8hmata ekfrazontai eykolotera. Isws epeidh sta ellhnika oi lekseis mou fainontai pio wraiopoihmenes kai epithdeymenes k ntrepomai xD I'm bilingual sou leei :P
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