Once I visited the summer camp.

There was a girl, from the orphanage…
She was kinda slutty, can’t deny that.
She has always been sad, even tho she tried to deny that, I’ve seen it in her eyes.
She was trying to get everything from the life, party, dances, drinks, while she can…
Until the summer ends, camps closed, until she returns to her poor, boring, senseless “trap” she’s been living in…

She had a phone, she’s always been holding it in her hands. The cheapest, simplest phone. I think she was waiting for the call. Her fathers call. She said he will bring her gifts. I’m afraid this have never happened…

If only I could, to tell someone, to ask rich friends, families, organizations to take care of her, to adopt… to give a hope and reason to live.

She was a good dancer, she gave me her kiss… her moves, body language… but I have seen the pain in her eyes.

She’s still alive, at least in my memories, in my dreams. All because of that dance move…


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Last few weeks were terrible for me. I’m slowly going insane. If not the work. I’d close myself in 4 walls and never leave the room. It just happens that I recall this moment from the memory, after 9 long years…