Dreaming of the arms that held me tight. Makes me search for freedom I always long for. I kept wondering who my parents were. I yearned for that soft and tender arms which carried me when I was born. Each day came with another torture of slavery. With the shadow of tears mocking me. I stayed up all night wetting my pillow with thick blue tears. Craving for the end of this. To be born with a disability.

شال موند کنار همون هزارتا دلیل آخری که برای رفتن مجبور شدی برام بیاری.

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