Oleander
Who knew life would be so Traumatizing after twelve years. So much Angry, Hate, Tears, & Fears. How can nothing change from all those emotions, doesn't anyone else's opinion matter? How can we truly turn to family when we keep letting them down again and again? How can we really move on from the past when it keeps coming back again and letting that puppet master manipulative ness happen agian and agian? There should be a mind that is emotionless. Because without the emotions maybe no one would be able to care, this place has encountered both pleasure and pain. Though it's more numbness than anything else, how can this place be so hard to deal with? How can three years ago still be diffcult to even step into. And how to this day it's still a struggle each time to go though angels are there How much CAN"T be handled. Think of the what if's of that night and HOW that nigth SHOULD have ended... BUT THAN AGAIN Who knew that nothing would change not even after tweleve years and if the end of the world will come tomorrow and Oleander survives nothing would change the emotions, broken promises, doubt, regret, and the what if's that should be long forgotten.
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