Jail House

Jail House

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My name is Makalya. Why do I even bother? I'm not myself. I can never be myself. Do this. Do that. That's all I ever hear. No is the only answer I ever get. Why have friends if i can't hang out with them? Why talk to people if I can't say what I want? Who am I except just another shell in this world? I'm my parent's puppet and there is nothing i can do except wait. Wait until I can be me. What sense does that make? None.
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I'm different from all of you. I don't know how, or why or why my genetics are different. All I know is that there are people like me, people hiding from a group called Ultra. I'm in danger, I'm alone in the world. My mom isn't all she seems to be, my dad was a lie and now I have to put up with new people who know how to run my life. Trying to settle in, isn't in my agenda. Trying to survive is my only objective.

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