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ATTACKED
The hot sun shines at the peak of its burn and my tears reflect like small diamonds fall out from the sky. The people claimed as my relatives, as my mother’s relatives are the cruel ones who wanted her to be dead. Though she is already dead, they looked emotionless over her death. Now it makes sense why Isabelle hated my mother but what about my father? Who is he and where he is right now? There are still a lot of haunting things running through my mind that I can't answer myself. I wish I had someone or something who can help me a bit. It’s been a while since I have walked barefoot on these hot concrete roads but they felt nothing to me. My life is more harsh than them but what can I do? Nothing but period. My throat is dry as a desert and itches badly but there is no water nearby. The
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