i can work the whole week

and fix other peoples

destructive steps

and make everything ok

for everybody


and then,

when everyone goes

to see the fireworks

the party

the sunrise

and rest..


am left alone

in maids quarters

with strangers

and nothing but a book

to keep me company.

if the words of that story

could fling themselves

off those pages

they would.

because otherwise

theyd be drowned

by the onslaught of tears

of a useless girl

who didnt really care about them


and what kind of life

is that?…

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