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Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2019
My eyes began swelling but tears wouldn't come out. I've already cried every night since the trial awaiting for a miracle to help me become "normal" like the others. Lost in thought I didn't notice the approaching boy. As he came closer I took in his appearance. He was cute. I bit my tongue hard remembering the rules. #65. Appearance does not matter and one that notices appearance is one that is a whore. The memory of that lecture flashed in my head, the minster looking directly at me, all the girls laughing. Whore. Whore. Whore. I am a whore.All Rights Reserved
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