"You can kill the dreamer, but you can't kill the dream." My mother's last words. Even with the blade in my hand, I still couldn't shake those god awful words. They sung in a mocking tone, mimicking my every move.1055Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbL2BOGA3bj
Damn it, mum. You're dead. Just stay dead! Your dream wasn't for me to grow up and live a good life. It wasn't for me to get a good education. It wasn't for my well-being or happiness. Why else would I still be here? Having to look upon your pasty eyes as they transition from life to death. I am still here. I am still here.1055Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelurxibwlR
And you aren't. You aren't here because you wanted your dream to die. You wanted to die. And yet, I am still here. Why couldn't you take me with you? Couldn't we leave together? I am your child. You left me all by myself. Are you looking for some kind of praise? Well, thank you. Well done. You succeeded in killing your dream. You have left me to die on the inside. 1055Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXSCKeWv7H
You asked for it. I took the knife, and embedded it within your chest. That is what you wanted. That was your dream, right?1055Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlH8w0Rs34u
