• Prolong

    When you're looking death in the face, what do you do? For some, they would cower in fear. For others they would think that this is all a dream and hope to wake up. But, soon realize that life is cruel and unforgiving. For some reason, I was one of the few who welcomed death. I was a role model. I was the perfect daughter. I was perfect. I needed to escape. Like the rest that needed to escape. To escape this world that holds nothing, but lies, dishonesty, and hatred to us. No one saw this coming.
    No one can except this cruel reality, that no one can escape. Not even the devil himself.
    But, am I an exception?