• Why?

    by  • February 1, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 0 Comments

    I am swimming, but something is grabbing onto my ankles. Mother, help me.
    The room is so dark, dad please light the candle.
    I’m so thirsty, sister please give me water.
    I am so sad, brother can allow me to receive happiness?

    Mother, why are you walking away? Why are you telling me to just swim? I don’t know how, I can’t release my ankles.

    Father, why are you lighting my skin instead odom paid the candle?

    Sister, why are you drinking all the water?

    Brother why are you taking my happiness and locking it away?


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