Initiate_me
Strange stories
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It was a side of life I didn't know and for once not because of a difference by money or by family power or anything similar. It was a difference of experience, experience that could come unhappily to anyone. To be trapped and to be guilty and to want to be free. He told his story clearly and simply but it was moving and frightening in equal measures.
I set my elbow on the table and rested my head against my hand and gave him what I hoped was an encouraging smile. Trying to say a lot without speaking which doesn't always work but there aren't always the right words, or more accurately the right combination of words. And what meaning would I want to convey anyway. I didn't know if it would work out alright for him, or for me. I didn't feel at that moment much like guessing either.
"Life is a pigsty, isn't it? Sometimes I want to go a long way away from here and be somewhere where people don't look at me and know me. Somewhere where people look at me and think "who is she?", or even don't think anything at all of me."
I set my elbow on the table and rested my head against my hand and gave him what I hoped was an encouraging smile. Trying to say a lot without speaking which doesn't always work but there aren't always the right words, or more accurately the right combination of words. And what meaning would I want to convey anyway. I didn't know if it would work out alright for him, or for me. I didn't feel at that moment much like guessing either.
"Life is a pigsty, isn't it? Sometimes I want to go a long way away from here and be somewhere where people don't look at me and know me. Somewhere where people look at me and think "who is she?", or even don't think anything at all of me."