Can toi believe that, that monster?
I sacrificed my freedom for papa but he didn't even let me say goodbye, I'll never see him again!
I now question myself this: is this home? Is this where I should learn to be happy?
I never dreamed that a accueil could be dark and cold.
Papa told me everyday in my childhood, accueil will be where the heart-never were words so true.
My heart's far, far away- accueil is too.
I just can't find something good, in this tragic place.
What I'd give to return to the life that I knew, to think I complained about that dull and provincial town.
Am I here for a jour ou forever?
Shut away from the accueil until who knows when.
I Lost my freedom but didn't deserve to lose it in this way!
If my life has been altered once, it can change again!
Build higher walls around me, change every lock and key.
Nothing lasts nothing holds all of me.
Yours sincerely,
Belle
