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With a very heavy heart, and tears ready flow at any instant, I ran for my room. Life is cruel, yet..... Beautiful. It has been very pleasant with me at times but at some moments, I feel like I am broken glass, which has many bruises and is definitely not a beautiful one. I was holding myself like a tap does to the glass. You can't hide it, right.
For so many years, I tried to achieve things but it got shattered away from me. Just when I think, I have become a respectful person, something drives in through me. Making me feel so bad that I cannot gather myself to fight back.
Tonight's is a full moon, who is shining bright on its axis. My hands searching for something to get the negativity out of my body, just then I found a diary. It had a tint of ancient leather smell and the papers were like a sword. I took a pen started to feel up the emotions inside me, showing them the way out of my body. Tears ran down my eyes when from a distant tree a bat arrived. His face appeared so human, while like his hands and legs were tied with something but then he was "a bat".