【Ｏｕｒ Ｍａｒｉｐｏｓａ】

˜*°•.˜&*°• Prologue/Backstory •°*˜.•°*˜

♥ Konbanwa~ ♥

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Pain

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The only thing I recall is suffering...I have never experienced anything different than that...
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The day started like any other with a drink order, but things took a turn when I accidentally dropped the drinks, angering the man who had asked for them. He yelled at me and struck me, making my nose and mouth bleed as he angrily questioned my competence.

With a harsh grip, he dragged me out of the house, pushing me out forcefully. I had no chance to defend myself against his sudden and brutal actions

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I'm hungry
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I'm hopeless
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I'm hurt
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But then
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A sound of a string snapped
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And I no longer understood the concept of pain.
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While living in poverty

Even when my parents sold me