"Do you have an aim in life?"
this is wat they ask.
Aim?
Aim of my desire?
Or aim of theirs?
Din give a direct reply but brush it off with irritation.
No point telling my aim of their disapproval.
Violent disapproval.
But well, starting used to such life.
A life which is devoted to please their approvals.
A life which is deemed to be an utter disappointment to them.
A life which is never cleansed approval, in their eyes.
A life which is living in the house of Erik.
A life which is daydreaming to be the king of the castle.
A life which is starting to be used to the sensation of numbness.
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