All Bottled Up (Unfinished)
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You've always been taught to release your emotions. Let them out. But what if you lived in a world like Lucy's? A place where you can bottle your emotions, and donate them.
There are two days in a month called Donation Days. All it takes is a doctor, a needle, and a request. But what if that request isn't fulfilled? What happens when your emotions can't be bottled and forgotten?
What happens when you try to oppose society and the way it works? What if not everything can be bottled up?
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