The art of knowing

The art of knowing

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I come from another world much different than this one. I always hated my fate, that I was destined to end up doing what my entire family does, but when I got sent to Earth for the first time, it was like I was born again. People live here like if they were going to die tomorrow, like if they had nothing to lose in the end. I never knew that living was so important until I met Adele and Miles, living for me was just something that I would end up doing for eternity. But they...they lived like no one else did. Not until you realize death exists you can actually start living.
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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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