Dusja73

She all life ran... From itself, from the terrible and terrible, almost raped memory of the childhood... She ran both from herself, and from all... And still she ran to.... Ran to that, to the only thing who will warm, and will protect, who can understand - as to it terribly and alone.... And all it - always on the run, choking, being afraid to stop - differently it will be even more terrible... That can be more terrible - if you aren't necessary in the childhood of abnormal mother if there was nothing... Neither houses, nor families... As it would be desirable and it was dreamed small Marylin, that is then still to Norm.... It had many foster homes, there were shelters, where always almost - humiliations and terrible loneliness.... It didn't have anything - only here this run on a circle - from itself, from all... To that only thing - who will understand and will protect.... And these unique - saw fine, were got, slobbered... Built plots and intrigues, built mousetraps and traps... She was afraid to stop not to go mad, as mother that has thrown it.... She wanted the family, wanted children, but the destiny and here has plundered, has deceived her... She about all around understood all and from it to it it was even more terrible.... She searched for exits - such what would be searched by the child - being mistaken and getting to ridiculous situations, being mistaken and being mistaken, again and again, again and again being caught in a net.... The glory, adoration has come and came, it so loved, as well as hated... About it dismissed such dirty hearings and gossips that sometimes, half-drunk, it was ready also itself in them to believe... Run on a circle.... It is very dangerous - if isn't present a number of the true friend, the person, the man... And they were, offered a hand, heart, a condition, the help... And then, having understood that can't correspond, understanding that it not a doll, and the scared child.... Thrown by all.... And were frightened - what really to do by what there is it? The sexiest and attractive blonde, star - with the heart broken to death... And they - or left - differently, seldom silently, it is more in a scandalous way, or.... Or here have dared and have killed her.... Simply having been frightened that this driven into a corner, frightened, unfortunate... Begins to speak... That she simply will start talking, she was tired, she will tell to the whole world - about those who has betrayed, betrayed it who used its broken heart.... Used to it, as a doll... Her have killed... One dark night... Both beat, and have killed.... Also there was no place it to run already.... Late also there is no place.... Have tired out and have killed.... It wasn't happiness and a shelter here... Can there where it now - all it is at it... Light memory to a silver cloudlet by name of Marylin of Monroe.... Light to you memory Norm Gin....