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Sione Jean Asani

Updated: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 05:27 pm

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Biography

I just write because my heart tells me to. I am a Biomedicine student at Pearson institute of Higher Education. I love travelling and learning new languages.

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The walls keep muttering, I told them to shut up bit they will not listen. I can hear them but I will not listen, If I do then I would have lost my mind but then again they are my only friends. We have been conversing since the day I could talk. I told them to stop the moment society told me I was mad. Walls, as true as you are, please leave me alone, for I am piece of a greater puzzle and I HAVE to fit in. Then again who are they to measure my sanity when the walls and I know they wreak of insanity. I refuse to conform at "their" will. I refuse to be a mental slave, my freedom has no expiry date. #bornfree #liberated

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Sione Jean Asani

Sun 8th Apr 2018 13:19

I know now that you made me feel alone and that I am not entirely alone like you always said. I know very well that I was slowly becoming you, something I never wanted to be because you are a bitter soul. I realised that when I became the worst version of yourself you panicked because you saw your true self and would not have loved to meet the monster you created, you labelled me to make yourself feel better. More than ever I realise now that this evil in me is your doing but once it got bad you decided as usual to paint yourself as a saint. I wonder how it feels like going to bed knowing that you turned someone into a creature with no soul. How it feels everytime you belittle me and tell me that I am at your mercy and yours alone? How does it feel to crush someone just to feel in control? How it feels to see the same person you claim to 'love' die slowly from the poison you feed them? How does it feel to see me with no soul.....

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