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God Is A Girl

God Is A Girl

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He Said he couldn't handle the stress of humanity any longer. Not able to understand why they do things and how they think. So he had an idea. Find a human, trick them into taking hs place, disappear into thin air, then boom problem solved right? Wrong, now im stuck, not able to be seen by my own family, in charge of the fate of humanity as a whole. Oh yea, dont let me forget the only free thinker who can see me is non other then Lucifer himself. He has it in his head that he will be able to take this burden from me but news flash dude, I don't even want it and have no choice but to half-ass this task like any other I have done in the past. I just hope I can get through this without ripping all of my hair out.
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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