M.E Is Not Me

M.E Is Not Me

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mar., déc. 9, 20141 h 42 min
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Fiction
Historique
Alissia Alexandrov, now an elderly woman looks back on what was the hardest time in her life- her teenage years. She was merely sixteen when loving grandfather Egor had to send her away to live with her professional dancer and teacher mother whom she has never met. As if starting a new life in London wasn't enough, tragedy strikes when she is diagnosed with a mystery illness that just seems to be getting worse and worse... Will life at the Royal Academy flow gracefully or will it be destroyed by the fatigue which just never seems to go away?
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Slave

"I am but a slave, i have no right to reign in the honor of being graced with your presence" "Soon i will be Tsar, soon i will rule. What makes you think i would even want to look at a lowely creature like you" "It wasnt meant to be this way. This is suppose to be happily ever after" "Love is not meant for people like us, but i cant help my heart swelling from the love i hold for you" *** She was a slave, nothing but. She's never known a life before this, a life of freedom. She dreams of a life before this sometimes, other times she dreams of a life after this. But who is she fooling, there is no life but this for her. She might not have been born here but she would die here, right? People like her live and die in slavery. He was the prince, the soon to be Tsar. He never knew a life before this, a life of freedom. He sometimes dreamt of a life beyond this, other tims dreamt of a life where he pleased his father, his people, where he was constantly critisized and molded into a monster, where he could maybe just feel something. But who was he fooling, there was no life but this for him. He was born for this life and he would die here,. People like him live and die under the critism of the crown. ¶IF ONLY THEY HAD DIFFERENT LIVES

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