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It'll be okay, they said.
But it wasn't. And it never will be. It's worse and worse with each upcoming day. This feel of emptiness just because of destroyed childhood is more painful that I ever thought. It hits me everytime and everyday and I'm losing my hope of better tomorrows and everything seems to be so black and white to me.

But I have light moments. I can laugh and smile and everything like this. But it's always only for few minutes. When I'm alone, it's so horrible. Everywhere is silence around me and thoughts in my head are screaming. I think that this will never leave me. It's been six fucking years already. And I can't take it no more. No one here can take it. It's the end. We all suffer. But we can't go, because of that fucking bond what's between us.

And I feel so fucking stupid that there's nothing I can do to make us feel better. I always think that everything's my fault, that I can't fix it. But I actually gave it up a long time ago, because there's nothing what just stupid teenager like me can do than complaining, yelling but no one will hear. No one will listen.

So why am I still trying to pretend that everything's okay?