A little girl in a little dark room, having a little thought. Is the room going to eat me up? she asked mummy. Hiding behind the mother's skirt, she pretended she can't see through the room's darkness. But she knows, she can convince her mind but not her heart. I'm afraid, I want to go home, she tells her mum. But her mum is no longer there. Betrayal, she is alone. Hands outstretched to grab her only hope. Something to make her disappear from the stare of the eyes in the darkness. The eyes which spells depths of meaning without a single word, simple but sharp. She wants to run back home, to her bed which holds the diary of feelings. She wants to but she can't. If she makes a single sound, the eyes will see her. She walks slowly, hides in a corner, and waits for someone to rescue her. When she woke up, she realized, it's just another dream. A dream in life, a life in dreams. I'm starting to get them mixed up =.=
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