We are the outcasts

We are the outcasts

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"Good morning, city of Perfectus. It is 8:00 AM on a beautiful Wednesday morning. Today's weather forecast: sunny for most of the day until 5:30 PM where there will be a light rain shower. Make sure to bring your umbrellas. And have a lovely, Perfect day." I groan as the sickening sweet voice on the intercom speaks out to the whole city, the curtains opening to have the sun blind me. I slowly slip out of my silky smooth sheets and go to the kitchen, making myself a strong coffee. Lord knows I need it. I step out on balcony, leaning on the railing while sipping my drink. Everything was the same. Same perfect sky, same perfect streets that are cleaner than a rich mans home. Same perfect houses that are not to small or too big, just the perfect size and shape. Same perfect people, same perfect city. Same perfect fucking everything. Contains mature content: violence, sexual content, language Malexmale If you're not into that, please kindly leave I hope you enjoy.
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"City X: The Society Where Everything Is Just Perfect!" Yeah, right. I see that slogan everywhere, no matter where I look. It's all a lie, an illusion. Everyone believes that it's perfect, but they don't know the workings of the inside. I was told by someone I met years ago what really goes on inside the government building, and since have been moved to the poorest part of the "perfect" city. With every passing day, I feel my reality slipping away, fading into darkness and despair, no hope in me ever being normal ever again. I remember the day this all started like it was yesterday. I was a small five-year-old boy that had the intelligence of an eleventh grader when a new student joined our class, myself having to be the one who had to take him around the school... ~~~ Originally Completed On: November 19th, 2017 Published On: August 1st, 2018

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