It's not really my fault that I am were I am right now. No can choose were they end up - they can dream of course- but they can never choose. So basically, my life evolves and depends on other people, so , if my begging doesn't win out, or, perhaps someone has a weak stomach, then I'll probably die.
Why does someone else's inconvenience - in this case, a weak stomach- decide your fate? You might be asking, with an unbelieving grin plastered across your face, no, this poor beggar girl definitely doesn't know what she's talking about. Turns out, this beggar girl does know, because the last years have been a struggle, not because I have nothing, in fact, I could have everything, but because I only have half a face. Well, no, I actually have an entire two half, four quarter face. Except one half is just not a face, you see - perhaps you don't want to- but it's burned, it's a hideous atrocious thing that everyone except me notices, and stares.. and stares.. and stares....
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Angel
Teen FictionSHE is all alone, with a present filled of judgment HE has everything, all he has ever desired, not a single worry clouding his existence BUT everything changes in an instant, when two lives collide
