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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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NOTE: THIS STORY IS A PRODUCT OF MY IMAGINATION.
WARNING: It may include scenes that aren't suitable for young readers (especially 18 yrs. old below). Scenes like sexual harassment, rape, gender issues, sexism, domestic violence and such. Sobrang deep ng story na 'to to the extent na naiyak talaga ako (literally). If you don't want stories like these (dahil hindi niyo kinaya) you are free to "not read" this.
Please expect characters being vulgar about their words and actions. For open-minded people lang ito, okay?
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MariaGarapon8
BINABASA MO ANG
End of the Line
General FictionMost of the time, I blame myself for being born a girl. In this patriarchal society where men should be dominant, and women should be submissive, it is indeed difficult to breathe. As I reached maturity, I have come to realize that being born a girl...
