Migraine, Cloverleaf, Warrior

Migraine, Cloverleaf, Warrior

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"You are a fighter." I hear that a lot. According to the public, I'm a fighter, a soldier, a warrior... The list goes on. They say I'm all of those things, but it definitely doesn't feel like it. I'm not a fighter, a soldier, a warrior, or anything else. What I am... Is sick. I am sick.
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I knew there was always something special about me. I knew I was different from all the other girls. I could feel things before they actually happened, hear things nobody else could. I wasn't normal, there was just something there. In no way though, had I expected to be told that not, was I only half human, but 50% angel, and not an angel of heaven. A fallen angel, damned, yet given a second chance to make things right, to be rescued before taking the wrong turn in my life that shamed me from my existence in heaven. Only problem, someone wants me to stay damned, to never become the angel I was meant to be. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, plus I have no clue what exactly I'm fighting against and on top of it all I am nothing without my locket. My locket is my true source of power, it's what kept me alive that terrible night.

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