Category : Diary/Journal

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       I would stand in this hallway forever. Memories would be like scars. And the scars create a warm welcome by resurrecting the crucial flashbacks. Those flashbacks remind me of the tormenting eyes and laughters that entertain me when I walk through this hall. Well when I used to, but for some reason I can feel the same feeling I felt back then. Right here in this center. In this spot. The high heat raging from my heart to my whole body. The pressure to see if I show them tears or to walk with bravery. Courage. I didn't have it with me in those flashbacks. Those moments. It was just too much for me to bare and stick with. 
    If one thing I know I would stand here alone and sigh with more than just relief. I've made it through with the tears of effort. Now, here I stand in my old years. I cry, but it's not the tears of joy. Even though I'm free and far from injuring myself because of a mob of dumb kids...I still cry. The reason why, you may ask? It was because...
        If one thing I know I couldn't defend myself. I had no allies by my side helping me at my dire need of aid. Alone as I was, but now it's no longer like a classroom. And since I've been free, I'm still alone in the dark. No more can I feel home. Or any other place close to comfort. 
         If only one thing could've prevent me from my own demise I would still be alive. And to still suffer through brutal rages of depression. Those are the worst memorable moments. That I'll have to go through with my after share of life. The only one thing I want to say is "Goodbye."