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Can we save ourselves from the bitter feelings? bet not. The life cycle is overall the very same. Put a fake smile and live as if nothing matters.

It doesn't matter because the brain is already declared as dead inside.

The siblings were cackling and listening to the songs that played on the aux. Enrico was on the drivers seat, whilst Savio on the passenger. Sienna sat in the middle of the back seat, Seraphina on one side and Vito on the other.

She gazed at the scenery that went by but her ears were somewhat listening to the people who had long forgotten her.

The aching within her chest had gone dull but the itching didn't. She had too cover up the patches of red and purple with the concealer she stole from her mothers drawer.

Constantly scratching her arm, she fought the will to scream out in pain. Her breathing was calm however the taste of the bile still lingered on her tongue.

‘They don't care.’ The voice darkly chuckled, to which she inwardly snorted.

She knew it well that she mea