This is just a beginning of a story.
I ran and
ran. That is what I used to do, run away from my father. Why you may ask? Well,
I dont blame you from asking. Many people do that, asking. The questions that
make me scared of the truth. The truth no one knows. Not even my own best
friend. Its sad to keep such a huge secret. It makes me so
depressed. I dont
want to live like this, on a lie. A lie that I keep telling every day. Want to
know the lie? Its im fine
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