A Broken Soul in an Unforgiving City121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8dhSc57DaO
The sun was setting, and I felt the chill of the evening air brush against my skin.
I stood alone in the middle of the city, the tall towering buildings casting shadows onto the pavement below. There was no one else in sight.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNuzGSvPL1W
I was a broken and forgotten toy, a toy that had been thrown away and discarded.
I was meant to bring joy and pleasure to my owner, yet I was so damaged that I never got the chance.
My parts were mangled, my colours faded, and my voice was muted.
I was unable to speak, unable to express how much of a broken and forgotten toy I felt or how unbearably alone I felt.
In that moment, I realised that I would never be able to truly be myself or have the opportunity to express my feelings.
I had been so downtrodden for so long that I was beginning to believe that I was doomed to a life of loneliness and obscurity.
The sun disappeared behind the horizon, and darkness filled the city. I felt a deep sadness within me, and I knew I had nothing left.
I had lost the battle and given up. I had nothing left to live for and nothing left to fight for.
So, I laid there on the cold, hard ground and closed my eyes for what I foresaw to be the end. Thus, the end came to greet me that very night with its open claws.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3GT0plZBX9
