Aberration {HIATUS}
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Last published Sun, Aug 27, 2017
Maybe one day I can stand out. I don't wanna be like everyone else just continuing this long cycle. I really wanna mean something in this life at least to someone.. Can't I? I've been living my life with a boy I've liked since childhood but will I be satisfied when I finally become meaningful?
My life has always been full of ups and downs. I've met so many people that only thinks of me as a burden. I'm starting to think lowly of myself.
What would happen if I suddenly disappeared into a world of supernatural creatures and powers were the norm. Somewhere I've always longed to be...
Can you make my dream come true?
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