ANA - Disrepair
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- Parts 2
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Last published Tue, Jun 20, 2023
"...But i was born angry, grew up with a demeanor so prying, with an innate sense of pride and a want for more. I moved like a cat; lithe, proud and a little...predatory.
I thought in my grave with me, i would take but them, all the qualities, were what the society had nicknamed 'cursed, stubborn, a taboo.' So i was isolated while still begging to be included. I eventually died in their world but even in death, i begged to survive.
Up until i met him. "
- ANAVI IN ANA - DISREPAIR.
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