I had been living in a falsity myself that I would ever be free. I had made it my home, as if they were my family. My family did sell me to them so maybe technically they are the family that I have. For once I thought he loves me from the way he looked and the way he touched. But then he made me realize my place, and he sold me again. And the falsity began. Maybe I was too rebellious to accept the truth that the falsity made it so much more beautiful until I was stumped on.

Its only my imagination that they can’t own even if my body is for sale. Its only my false world where I can go when they come for me.