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My Mind
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A physical documentation of the mind of the PrincessLyoka, a young teen writer with Asperger's Syndrome. Here you might find story ideas, rants, unofficial sequels (later on), and things about my life. You might find more on my personal theories here too. **cover image made by myself. The brain was destroyed by my little brother - shall it rest in pieces. Literally.
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"Actually I do. I'm working", I said with no emotion at all. They didn't deserve it. They don't get to know how I have felt through the years without them, I'm happy here. "Nope, your coming out to dinner away from this dump with your brothers and father", He said whilst looking around in discust. I rolled my eyes at him which he looked pretty shocked at. "Look Stone, Im not that 6 year old you can just boss around and fuck over anymore, I can take care of myself, Ive been doing that for my whole life so far, so why not the rest, so either order something or get the fuck out", I said to him getting faster and faster as I spoke. The boys gasped when I swore at Stone. He, on the other hand, looked furious. Matilda is 16 years old, with 5 older brother, 5 terrifying older brothers in who she hates with a passion. They left her to deal with their father wrath, to live their own lives far away. She now lives alone, in a dangerous and dirty neighbourhood, but she doesn't care, as long as she is far away from those she is suppose to call family. But when they all turn up for Christmas, hoping for happy times and warm hugs, she is instilled with fear and pure anger. Will she accept them, or will they stop trying? She couldn't care less, she was always the forgotten child. #1 - abuse #1 - brothers #2 - family #1 - siblings #1 - forgotten #1 - independent #1 - only daughter #1 - alone #1 - Brother

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