Lifes Mysteries

Lifes Mysteries

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The world has turned truth to legend and legend to fantasy. They have distorted the fantastic creatures into horribly beasts through their words and scripts. These stories have changed over time like a game of telephone, until it all seems so crazy you don't beleive we exist. However we are here living along side you and some in hiding, but the truth of the matter is we aren't the monsters for we don't kill indescriminately like humans. Unfortunately it took dying to realize the mistakes of our past. Now i am deamed an evil monster from hell, or some equally dark place and have no say in human affairs. Yet it is up to me to save your feeble race from slaughter and slavery. I have become the superior race not a monster, but for you to understand you have to see for yourself. Words cannot properly describe what I am or what i do; you must experience my life or death rather to comprehend the magnitude of one mans compasion or lack there of. So this is how it happened, this is where i truely was born.......
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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