This is a story that I wrote for a nghề viết văn contest at school. It's called My Sweet Release... Here it is:
My Sweet Release
MY NAME IS DREAM, AND TONIGHT, I lay here to die. Just lying here is perdition, and my faithless mind reminds me that miracles don’t exist. My tim, trái tim bleeds out, and my newborns are still unaware of my predicament. As my little mèo con feel content now, I recall everything in my life that led me to this moment. …
When I was nine months old, I was a normal housecat; carefree, jubilant, peaceful. I still lived with my mother, as she took care of her latest litter. There were...
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