CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
FLASHBACK “Someone will ache for your soul; wait for them” E.Russell It was insane enough to be different from everybody else; as if I was meant to bleed and decay in the arms of my sorrows upon millions of disarrays. The truth is that, I am distinguishable and I don’t consider any of my rarities- a girl with brown hair, and brown eyes, porcelain-like skin, visible freckles with a British family lineage. The least I can say is that I seemed to look like everybody else; I didn’t have a wonderful skin color, or even a physical quality that would make me at least noticeable and astounding, even with my inner qualities, that seemed to be mediocre and stagnant. But something feels different to be in my own skin where the nudity of life itself is presented to me, making me see its abhorr
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