It wasn't our choice. Being imprisoned in a house belongs to a certain army organization was my worst nightmare ever, meanwhile, we started to have fun as girls, and make everything around looks much spirited.
Bathroom parts were the best, dreary women enter with giant bags of make up and well-hidden champagne bottles, pouring themselves a drink and smoking smuggled weed in bathtubs, while sitting on toilet seats and crouching on the floor.
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Chapter four: Show must go on
Theatres are the places where the
truth is revealed whereas everyone think otherwise.
Theatres allow you to speak, open the curtains for you as well as your eyes have been open to see the truth through everything, it's your stage, it's your show, avoid crowds preferences, avoid their murmurs, avoid their slurs, not all of them like the truth, most of them are hypocrites, little dolls operated by evilness, unlucky, miserable ones who chose the darkness over the light.
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Chapter three: family collapsing/apocalypse
As Mr. Ian invited Daria to volunteer
again into house functions, Daria came according to his demand and after he
spoke about his genuine intentions towards her and clarified this
misunderstanding between them.
He was goggling at Daria meanwhile
If I would choose a line or a slogan for my life it wouldn't be otherwise transparency.
No one actually sees me or insinuate a positive intention towards me... everyone is skipping my name during hangouts and my name is totally ignored except for sports timing...
I dismissed my alarm,
this job is no longer useful for me as long as I'm still dwelling this place,
it feels like a torture, a pain I can't detach from, a stigma that follows me wherever I go.
my stepfather used to abuse me and my mom, therefore my mom escaped and left me isolated with him, caged in like his prey until he sexually assaulted me, all the reputations claim me to be satisfied over his behavior, but no one really knows how I struggle everyday and think of a serious exit out of this tragic scene...
what if a little cat was a reason why a drug addict quit and start a serious detox without relapse!?
"James Bowen" was an English musician who plays in streets and exploit traffic to earn money for living,
whereas he was paying his revenues only for buying drugs,
but one day he made a pact for his treater that he would give up addiction and turn his deterioration into a fine uplifting,
