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How can I state something beyond description? When I wasn't a str

elf be an instrument of darkness. A different

anymore. Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into th

e wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart

latively long tree staring at me in front of me now.

told me to move forward. It gives me faith t

an obstacle. The wound tickles in a painful way. But still, go straight because my body does

ve to fin

ll commands me to continue despite my condition. It seemed to

the forest. They seemed to have grown healthier, but their breadth terrified me at this ho

ts surro

ol breeze also caresses every branch as well as

I was completely lost. Until little by l

ld. I no longer like the destination of

hardly breathe to its unaccustomed familiarity yet its f

looking around every route a

ched m

felt nauseated. My head hurts and my stares have gone dark. Grad

I'm merely hungry. This is the

hile touring in it for about an hour, if added, it unlikely won’t bother me. And for th

rased from his life and he wouldn't have any more problems. That he would no longer have to return me to my rea

mber Mom and my flashbacks to the me

fe to have someone barged in again to disturb my peace then leave me afterward. No one even tried to, of co

trying to come out of my eyes. Stop. I'm tired of crying. I coul

aving the courage to speak.

hen I saw the place where that

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nside what these weird people called Forest Survival, there is

left; four from the right. The lights inside them are on except for the two on the left. There is still a bonfire. I saw a glimpse of the huge wood

nd hesitation knowing that there are living humans here like me. Tho I still

ting cabins, there is one person each: three girls and three boys, alternately placed. Emotions weren't the same

in I have committed. They have this scrutinizing look that

highlighted hair, a pair of green eye, and red pouty lips. He also has dignity. "As you can see, we

ingle slot left for someone like you," said the girl with blonde hair, which is

about? "I'm here— I am lost. I don'

t matched the shape of his face, thin and red lips. His skin is tan while he is

th a serious face. Emotion screamed in his dark eyes. He was calm but his aura was strong. His lips a

nitely. He had this black thin cloak. He ran and I f

lady," the blonde-haired wom

e," rebuked the man who had just spoken. He had fair skin, jolly dark eyes, pink

r hair is black and it is up to her shoulders, and her eyes are blue. She is simple

t men would appreciate and others would envy and love. It is like a zone for imperfectly gor

rolled her eyes and glared at me. "She's

hey are these weird and strange persons who would make me perceive death differently.

up by angels. It might be that never-ending reality in which I'm trailing. For

unheard-of circumstance or the havoc