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Hestia Aug 2018
Look at her.
Drinking all day going out all night, no real friends, just people going out and drinkink the same poisoning drinks.
She tells everybody she is fine, she is working all days and she is doing all the exams.
She is lying to her self.
Her pay goes direct to her mounth and to her liver.
Look at her she “works” at the daddy’s agency doing nothing for all the time, heating the dark leathered chair of the office.
She has no womenly curves she has yet that teeny look.
She eats nothing but she drinks. Yeah she drink a lot like if it was
possible that drinking can substain you.
Look at them, not saying anything to her not helping her, never, even
now.
Her mother and her dad are nothing they don’t do nothing.
How it can be?
She is the daddy’s girl drinking with the dad, who always pays for everything
Hestia Aug 2018
That time. That time when I felt in…
What, how could be happen to me? Not now, not now please!
I can’t see anything else just… somebody is going to help me?
It hurts but when I see that smile and those eyes I fell like a big block of antarctic ice slowly melting down for
the first time.
Is this…?
Please let not this happen to me. I can’t do it.
I’m scared. Of what? Don’t know.
It’s just my dreamly childly romantic way to see things.
I believed to all those tails and I’m too scared of the chance of a never happy ending

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