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She was sitting alone, in a room locked away from the world. Retreated from the mockery of reality and "family" most primarily.There, she was free. Smiley and more open in the little paradise meant to get away the hurt. A beautiful dress adorned her body- yet she sat alone, oh sweet numbness that is her spirit played by a puppeteer called her masks....But Mama always said"Don't trust others they will betray you and don't care the same as family does!" Yet in the same breath words like,"You are a shame for backtalking! Why dare not to trust me, ungrateful child!"Yet, the ridicule that was her is the truth, the same towards Papa, who spew the same script but in different wordingAh, but their gaslighting and demands can't reach here! She is so safe- Even if sweet death was so desirable right now. So safe, yes safe- Right! She is. Of course.The mirror in the wall was covered..She wouldn't see that woman again there.A false reflection, a "twin"...She is an only child..But safe she is there! No, mama can't take away her things when she is mad.She will escape and someday walk without fear of them making her tremble- As she will have the last laugh.Surely, she won't cry when they die...And it is all worth it. All that matters is her own happiness now- to protect the crying self within...Why do these tears threaten to come out?She doesn't know- Neither do I, Aka. Tell me why do these want to fall so badly?Lies told and teld, to comfort the hurt inside.Love weaponised to hurt in the name of parental worry, Miss- Your child is dead, now replaced by a different facet.....Fuck them, she is not letting them control her life.Behemo gets up and..grins widely and laughs.She felt so free- Not a victim to be their whore to these "parents". They don't matter as they lost that right to be called a good while ago.All this felt so satisfying in the end. Sweet. She thought.