Feels Like Loneliness
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Last published Sun, Jul 21, 2019
I kept my head down as I walked.
I didn't want people to see me.
Better to spare everyone the drama.
People always called me the Devil's spawn.
Maybe it was because I was born the day a nasty car accident took the lives of many.
Maybe it was because of the nasty scar I got on my face when my father decided to end me.
Maybe it was because my eyes were two different colours.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered.
Not anymore.
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