Bring me to life

Bring me to life

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Kylie is a suicidal person, no one appreciate her existence even her family. She kept doing her best to make her Family proud but they keep cursing her. One day she asked herself "Ano bang nagawa kong mali?" She don't have any clue what's the reason of her Family's behavior towards her. Until one day she decided to commit suicide, she's standing in her window while looking on the ground floor. Her eyes are teary, she has a scar on her wrist showing her attempt to kill herself. This time she decided to end it permanently. She slowly closed her eyes and let her body fall from the window from 11th floor. What will happen to her after all this? Did her Family will regret this? Does anyone appreciate her? Who really cares to her?
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I always thought that the streets were a place that I was going to end up at. I always thought that I would end up dead on the streets because of... my disability. I always thought that I would have no family and no one to care about me as I cared for others. And yet, that all changed when she walked into my life. She brought me a family, and to this day, I could not understand why she chose me and not someone else. Not only did she walk into my life, but she also changed it. She changed it for better or worse, and I could not decide which was possible because she and her family were different. They were something much more than what people could see. And I was different. Not only was I blind, but I was also a Princess. I was a princess of this strange group, and I had been hidden away from birth. At the time, I did not know who I was being hidden from, but when I found out who I was hiding from, I was glad that I had been hidden. Because, if I surely had not been hidden, then I would surely have died. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks. ~Rissa

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