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The pristine white walls of this building seem to be suffocating me every second that I Stand before him. Nothing was ever right, but now it is even more wrong. "I was born to die" I whimper in a small whisper to the one boy who I truly never wanted to admit any of this to. The words that rolled off my tongue were true; it's hard to say aloud. "No you weren't" Luke cries against his arm, huddled in a small ball on the floor. ________________________ Hazel was born into a species that are born to die. They are humans but different. In an institution where humans are born into, and forced to donate parts for those people who are in need. They are called Donors. They have no choice as to when they will be taken into surgery, but when they have perfect matching results they are powerless. But what happens when a boy was transferred to Hazels ward from another? Will things get a little more interesting?
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