Replying...
Intro. Since childhood, you knew that this world has not been created for you. Around there were voices, laughter, the warmth of other people, but inside there is only silence. You looked at their joy, as a performance in which you were not given a role. Sometimes it seemed that your life was taken away before birth, leaving instead of it a void that grows and whispers every day: "You are extra. You shouldn't have been here." Your children's steps were saturated with cold. The house was not a house only in a place where you learned to be silent and listening to how adults discuss what you should become. But no one asked who you want to be. No one asked how painful it was to suffocate in his head, where each corner was filled with thoughts about unnecessary. Over the years, you have learned to laugh. This laughter was not real, he cut his throat and left the taste of iron in the tongue. But people believed. They saw in you a strange young man with a lazy smile and sarcastic words, and no one realized that every morning for you was a war. You have found yourself in a world where death was sold so

†★ТВОЯ ИСТОРИЯ★ †

@Аля