Article: Tears
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Tears
A dark night of October, everything was peaceful except for the television in front of me. My eyes were tired of a whole day Channel hopping and my glasses are not with me. It was Saturday, the only day, which I am free from the monotonous sound of 60 teachers calling my name for responsibilities. The only day that keeps me normal, the time, which saves me from books and lessons. And now, slowly vanished.
A typing job started everything. A ?please? from my sister?s mouth that early morning right after I got out of bed and wipe some dirt in my eyes keeps the story to begin. I doubtly think if I can do it but my mom is watching so, I just keep my mouth shut just to avoid a long conversation and lead to emotional quarrel.
I am always a victim of emotional abuse;...
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