Aryana Hanna

flashback.

in the dark I pensively myself, I wanted to ask someone and make him a friend who would listen to my story

it was like a dream, my whole life had changed since I met him as a grown man, it was very difficult for me to call out his name...

what if my position is replaced by another? could it be that he would also feel what I was complaining about? thought so.."

I don't know; I don't want my position in the heart of her love to be replaced by anyone whether it's a woman or a man.

every footstep is always counted, not free to jump to and fro. always down when walking "fear no one recognizes" like a thief...

I want to live freely even if only for a short time, doing what I like even though I can't be that free.

I know where my feet stand to step, "Hm, yes on the foundation

if only I had a slight wrong footing, the foundation could have been cracked and broken and had to be rebuilt with wounds and blood

is my life so precious; I don't know...!!! I think I'm just a lowly woman who doesn't deserve to live fancy

honestly I want to get away from him, always" every time I run away and find a hiding place but still meet and get caught too

he took me to his lavish and magnificent palace unlike my halfway hut, which was reot and worn out.

I really wanted to cry as hard as she could, trying to wriggle the rope that binds all over my body, roaring for help but no one heard me lonely in the palace

he looked like a prince. It was real I didn't lie" his face filled with shining light filled the entire face with a burly look

I cried every time he treated me with his tender hands, the kiss he gave me had a deep feeling I could never digest.

pain, that feeling that I always felt. had the heart of a cruel and violent man

I can feel that he is keeping a lot of secrets from me

a black shadow appeared in my mind: could it be a flashback from the person he had already spilled his blood onto the ground?? I'm terrified, mad at the horror of my feathers

I'm sorry I can't be as cruel as you, I'm scared of the smell of rancid.

every time you look sad I'm so scared and just want to hide in the closet....

I am not an angel, but you adore me very much

do I deserve all that attention from you? i asked...! to youmy sweetheart..,

hemh, you let me play things that can make me get rid of boredom and saturation but you never turn away from me...

every second, minute, hour, day, month and year you're watching me

you're afraid I'm being kidnapped, aren't you? being hurt may even be stained....! that's very scary

your laughter, your candlestick is what I always feel longing for.

you're like a "aura" ghost"

you said always, I don't fear you because you'll never hurt me

but I'm afraid it's not about that, but because you love me so much. I'm afraid I can't repay your goodwill

I was terrified so scared. Don't ever leave me and stay by my side to protect, look after, hope-giver even though I know the pain in the bottom of the heart that you've always been craving all this time, much more pain and stabbing felt like a knife sliced