Description
We have been stabbed in the back by those we needed the most ... By those we consider heroes . We were once a strong and peaceful kingdom where no one is questioned by his beliefs , appearance or family . We were heroes . Today ... We became ...I ... The kingdom became scattered houses... I am now oppressed in my home . They prevent me from going to rooms in my own house , my parents fight each other every day and I get hit in the middle of the fight ... Even if I stepped away . So is it my parents's fault that I am going through this ? Is it the neighbors ? Is it the distant palaces far away ? Is it an outside planet ? I don't know ... I can no longer tell you whose fault is it that I'm suffering . All I can tell you is that our house has no more law to it ... Except when they are needed to torture me . What's more , I find some of our neighbors more welcoming than my own family in my own house ... Listen to me ... I need somebody to talk to , before I wither away . I'm the last flower in this vacant garden , and this is my story
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