Alone

this early lonely morning was so cold,the wet grass,the dead flower that was alive yesterday.

Everything is changing.

Everyday is like a war ,you should fight to get your life and to save your freedom.

staying at the same place won't bring except losing and lonelyness.Maybe sometimes you should go back to your origin,maybe you will find the right answer,you will find the best solution,some people are able to build themselves again.,and sometimes it will be their own grave.

walking for along time,I was able to see our village from this high hill,I guess at least I need maybe one hour to get there,I was loooking if anybody had followed me.

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In this early morning ,he was sleeping outside,on the ground .

he opened his tired eyes to meet the sun light,and the light had added somekind of bright on his drwan eyes.

_Stupid,come and go buy some other seeds,we need more.

He put his hand on his forehead trying to catch the pain.

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I don't remember anything about my village ,I didn't have friends , I was alone all the time,just looking at the children who were playing in front of my aunt's house,they always kick me out of their groubs ,and my excuse to my aunt was,I don't want to play with them ,she thought that it is my fault,but the truth was they don't want to play with a kid that her father had kicked her and her mother is dead,they always called me the witch.

fate the witch,fate they devil as my father used to call me .

I'm standing now in front of my house,there is no life,no colour,a dead house like its owner.The door is opened now,and I can see him .

his deep eyes and straight mouth,his wide forehead,his angry look.

_dad.