Just a rough hour ago, my papa's harsh spellbinding verbalizations drove me to a familiar home, my sanctuary;; my reverie. I can see myself in a simple clothe, in a dark but beautiful maze, relenting the traps that have shackled my tiny feet. I don't know why he, the one who taught me how to be independent at the age of 10, could make me portray my weakness again. The moment i knew it was coming, i desperately wanted Daniel on the line. I know i could choose what to do with my life. I know i'll need all the money i can earn to be happy. I know, by rebelling against his one-sided factual commands, he'll be irate. I know, if ever i'm wrong, i'll be losing him& me.
How can i go from here to there, with my father opposed to my 70% permenant decision? Pathetically, i wish i don't have to.
Innocence
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