everyday i used to see her, br sitting on the sand, br playing with the dust of dreams.. br br her loneliness is growing up with her.. br the other kids are playing on th field.. br br her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun.. br br her sad look falls down on the ground.. br br br days went by.. br none is there.. br next the door.. br they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where? br br my little poor girl! br they hide her br in a tight room, br with her epilepsy, br with that monster br c br r br y br i br n br g br in silence.. br br 12 years old br and the story of her cold br had been told br but they just said (her fate) br br NO..! br br it's not a fate br to live alone br in that pain... br br it's not a fate br to feel nothing br except the four walls... br br it's not a fate br to lose her happinness br next that door... br br it's not a fate br to have none br by her side... br br it's not a fate br to be frightened br in her little age... br br it's not a fate br to be different br from the others br to see the future br as mirage... br br It Is Not A Fate..! br it's not...! br there is a story behind br this fate; br it's their fault.. br their own fault... br br as once they killed her peace br before 8 dark scary years...