The Bloundless Dream

t it feels li

me back to reality. Everything before my eyes appeared realis

ded by the sound of trumpets and pla

t time. Strangely enough, the person lying in that coffin was me. With my fa

rson who likes bustling places like this. In addition, there were a few old men in the yard who took advantage of this opportunity to set out beer and wine to enjoy a meal. However, to keep the atmosphere somewhat solemn, p

ing nev

e filled my belongin

ave me, which I cherish in my hand. Oh, and the ballpoint pen my dad bought me when I was l

nd started talkin

, and then they started talking about the reason I left. Everyo

bear it, and a gust of wind pushed me out

aces, flying back and forth in the sa

son, I suddenly started having difficulty breathi

s my soul feel this pain, as if I'm being squ

eyes blearily saw the surrounding sc

nging on my back and the bouquet of sunflowers were gradually withering under the torrential rain, getting h

y passersby in this countryside to move around at night, especially during rainy times like this. S

a veil of sadness. Even the sewers on both sides of the road were nois

ty minutes have passed but the person I was waiting for still did not appear, only strangers quietly w

she probably forgot about my appointment to

he countryside often open their doors and mourn, and the TV still has the Tom & Jerry cartoon channel, which makes me feel strange and restless. I frowned, wit

bout something unfortunate abou

elf from thinking wildly, and quickly s

heart to hear everything around me clearly anymore. My vision gradually blurred, the noisy

im

pay attention to anything when in front of

n Saigon, the shirt with a small sunflower pattern on the right corner that she cherished with all her heart and did not dare to w

t out of

grabbed my hand a

, mom! It's

e advice of everyone around me, I still couldn't b

s dead, why

at her in shock. Kim was someone my parents were always proud to love like their own child i

picked it up from an ice cellar. I have never s

ust too t

my gir

hand away, trying to hold back all my e

seduced the boys there, had sex with her, then recorded a clip that everyone on social network

tting my ears, making it seem like I couldn't beli

much force because I was afraid she would get hurt, so I could only watch helplessly as her body was placed o

ssly sat in a corner of her room, quietly looking at each of our souvenirs with tears streaming do

ay in a corner of the room. The diary, only as small a

n flipped through the pages one by one, admiring the beautiful, s

, not because of sadness but because of an

lip so hard it bled, my cheeks started

d, you b

as like sharp blades stabbing straight into my hea

rom my parents and reported to the police to punish those bastards, but in the end, everyone was left a

escape, they still refused to let me go. That night seemed both long and humiliating to me. The lewd sounds of fles

uing over the men's share like wild animals that had been starving for a long time. To the point where I don't even k

the neighbors recognized me as the girl in that black clip. But even those who kn

I can't imagine how desperate you were, when your whole body was full of wounds, when everyo

girl I love is no l

wrongs with her, hoping that th

so gloomy and dirty, will

ife. There is a small house with a porch, a backyard or a front yard, with children play

ee you with a warm hug, but what I received was your bloated c

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