Rolling to the past .

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December thirteen was it ?The day I was giving the lecture of the century.Even tho I was humiliated and devastated I kept my head up high and listened,but I'm more upset that I shed tears in front of the enemy. Making me look weak and frail they told me not to cry as that they had done nothing wrong .In the pressure of the moment I said I was sensitive to light and I wasn't crying.
But it's strange i know that this is not the first time I've felt this way .So when has something similar happen?

8years ago
Elena, Tayla !
Elena,Tayla!
"Who will be the first to come out of the handstand!", said Elena's mom.
(And the story of a young girl begins)

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