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Phoebe Point of View
Thirteen Years.
Thirteen years of painful hell and a pleasurable heaven.
Life had a free time to lazy around so it threw me into hazards for a time pass. It was like my life was a good reader like me to make a tragic story out of me.
Am I an unlucky one?
Not really. If I was, then I wouldn't have met him... met my love.
Am I a lucky person?
Not at all. If I was, then I would've not been forced to go away from him.
Such a luckily unlucky person, that I am now in a situation where I am afraid to die and there is no eagerness to live. I have nothing to make out of my future.
I have no decent education nor am I smart enough to make out know-how's of the society. I hardly have any money to depend on.
This is where life
