Chapitre 1: Prolog
i grow up with a lot of things.
i know something, because i grew up.
it sounds regretful, but i'll just accept it because that's just how life goes on...
...right?
i know my common senses
and my common knowledge.
I'm self aware with it.
...
pretty things, is always being everyone favorite
pretty things, will always being the center of attention
No matter what they do, it's always get appreciation from people around them.
they told me
I'm ugly.
pretty things... doesn't really going well with me
I tend to be always break them to pieces without doing anything
they're so fragile. because I'm ugly.
pretty things, doesn't like me
pretty things, broke if i interact with them
pretty things, hate me
but yet, they are my favorite things
because i don't have them
and i can't have them.
or even being one of them.
it's impossible
...
but one day, pretty things approaching me
they talk to me
they interact with me
they even touched me
why?
it doesn't suit me right,
i can't touch them, i'll break them apart in the end
i don't deserve them
they better than me
they get appreciated more than me
but why?
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Glanvier
Glanvier hi :), for those who read this. i really love you and appreciate it, thank you for your support.
I'm sorry if there's something ambiguous written, or grammatically wrong. I'm not really good at english so my writing is still kind of stiff and need some corrections.
Let me know if you have any feedback you want to give me
Just a quick note, this series it's just like my diary.. well.. kind of. sometimes i want to let out all my well pent up feelings and share it with you
If your interested in reading this, thank you. if you don't, it's your choice. i leave it to you, the one who makes the decision
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