Broken Souls Stories
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No one realizes what they do to people, they don't realize that they are making them "chosen" by the multiverse, no one realizes how they keep people alive.
In this world, people who wish to help others despite what is being done to them can do so without being judged. They get their own job, all the food and sleep they need, and gets to help not only the human race with things more than bullying.
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