Deceiving You
- LECTURES 91
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture9m
Dernière publication dim., févr. 1, 2015
Mylle, my name is Mylle. I am different from the rest of them, I feel it in my veins, my blood, my heart. I never asked for it, I never asked to be different, but it just happened to me. It hasn't been a problem for a long time, no one noticed my little differences. No one noticed how my voice could trick or how my stare could ignite. I am probably the only one who isn't a Christian, I don't believe in one God, I believe in a bunch of Gods I made up myself.
The sad thing is, when they started to notice it, they wanted me dead.
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