All her life she understood she didn't belong, ever since she was a child to now a nineteen years old girl, out of high school and questioning what to do with herself. Yet the problems of the modern world she couldn't bring herself to care about. All she could care about was that longing. The longing to feel the freedom her heart and soul craved. To spread her wings and fly. Yet she didn't have wings, she didn't have anything other than her human body, her earth bound body. Even though she was earthbound by the physical world she still had her mind, her imagination. She could still close her eyes and take in the scent of things she never smelled, feel the touch of things she never felt, see a world that didn't exist. It helped her for a while, it kept her sane. It fed the hunger in her soul but slowly it's been getting harder and harder to feed the urge, the hunger for the freedom that she had no idea what it felt like. Is she crazy? No. she knows she isn't crazy; she knows she not hallucinating. Then. What is it? Why has she felt this way her entire life? Was her soul bound to the wrong world?Todos los derechos reservados
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