POOR RUN
Currently I will tell you a story, that belongs to one teenage girl inmate in the psychological hospital I work at. I applied it to allow her food and her therapeutic boost, she had very pretty blue eyes, long styled hair since she first came and a cute smile, however she's jaded and pitiful. She was near to me, and formerly I might like to tuck her bristle, but she rejected me, subsequently she informed me “He’ll stand to disturb and annoy me, inasmuch he wants to see it with long fashion hair.” No one knows what she means…! She spent the entire day in the angle of her chamber scrunched upward, her napkin from the pale outfit, in her arm, tenure a dirty doll with long fuzzy scalp dropped on the ground, solitary not speaking or seeing anybody, sometimes generally we can sit with her the rest workers in the clinic and I, frequently she prefers being lonely. One day, I've been chilling approximately her area to render her food, I entered her room to give her food like always, the teenage girl still doesn't move sitting at the corner of the room as ordinary, holds the nasty doll in her hands, she was looking at her with Gloom, trouble, Grief, Desire, Yearning…. I stuck around observing her for a while, thereafter I lay down to dine next to her due to the fact that she wanted to eat alone. Earlier I left outside, I heard her say in a very candy, longing, tender voice “diary, pen” blocking me, I said to her with happiness and confusion: What do you need, a notebook and a pencil? She bowed her head and spoke with a poor voice, “yes… please”, I was beaming and said; Alright sister wait a minute. She turned aforesaid; “A DARK TORCH DESTROYED ALL'' I don’t know what’s the matter of this quotation by reason of the fact that in the hospital, we don't find out naught about her, no name, no ID card, nothing she’s living as an unknown....
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