Water Lilies
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Last published Wed, Feb 7, 2018
During the years of my childhood, I was never like any of the students enrolled in my school, or anyone in that plain old town. Not physically, but in the sense that my mind never adapted to the ways of thinking of the average school girl. Through those years, my mother was oftentimes my only comfort. But as time will do, the life I led as a child flew past me before I even realized it. The tales still remain as fresh as ever on my mind, and I intend to present them as truthfully as possible so that you may understand how cruel the world can be.
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