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𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

“I hope now you can find peace now that your soul is safe with the Lord, separated from your sinful body.” —Said Fyodor with a calm face, his eyes slightly sad while seeing how the boy's blood flowed like a waterfall down his neck, the boy now had his eyes closed with a finally relaxed expression, maybe this was his only way to freedom from that man. Fyodor then covered his body with a blanket and buried him outside.

Walking away to just coming back to visit the small grave.

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Nights.

The night is spreading.

The stars start to shine just as the moon. Oh moon! Oh moon! Tell me why, it's so hard to sleep calmly.

The noises, the lights, my internal, dispised voices and thoughts are stronger at the time of my rest and sacred sleep.

Oh my eyes, my tired eyes, that burn as a hell when they don't rest properly, that watch as people have company while I'm alone with my solitude and my books and mind, that has to be present at the problems in my family circle.

Blessed will be the day when I will get the eternal rest, when my presence will not be a problem to everyone and I will no longer have to be as mature as an adult and as childish as a little kid, with stuffed animals in their bed to make them company at night, blessed, blessed will be that day, when I'll be free from this chains of hiding how I am and be an adult at my short age.

May God embrace me in his arms when the resurrection day comes.