She told me survival is a talent

She hates nights. All monsters attack at night. Surprise is that they don't come out from under the bed, they come out from her head. She cried all night long and then she cut herself all day long. She's hurt. She doesn't afraid of hell, the hell must be better than her life. She can't do this anymore. She is really fragile creature and she lets people destroy her. Someone told her she deserves it. Her best friend is death who always whisper in her ear ' come on little girl, i'm here for you '. She's not a little girl anymore. There isn't God. There aren't fairies and elves. There isn't love anymore. There is darkness, monsters and abandoned girl who tries not to wake the neighbors when she screams at night.

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