Perfectionist

Perfectionist

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"It's like they don't see me, like I have become invisible" I Said To Myself But Doubted Myself As I Didn't Understand How This Was Possible because My Mind Seemed To Be Functioning Without Flaw. I Tried To Calculate My Surroundings And Dilemma, Meanwhile Knowledge Flooded My Mind, Thoughts And Images, memories And Details Of The World And How I Worked...But I Was Invisible. I Remember My Life Perfectly Up Until Now, " Im A Dancer, Singer, Actress, Humanitarian, Artist, Straight A Student And Perfect Daughter To My Single Mother But Whats My Name?How Did I End Up Like This? ... How Did I End Up Here? ... Am I Dreaming? " P.S. All Of The Pictures Are Mine. I Created Them And My Cover With The Help Of A Fellow Wattpadian And Friend Nyree_Harris Go Read Her Books Shes An Awesome Writer
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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