An Ordinary Day

I think it all started with Adam and Eve. How this fruit become the curse for all of us. Every morning when I wake up from this nightmare I wish it to come to an end but I think there is no end to it. Now I don’t want to be sound like rebellious but Jesus Christ, it hurts. The things I see in my dreams makes me feel like a charachter in Jack London’s books. I change only in my dreams. In day time it’s always me, Daddy’s doughter.

 

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