"They say everyone is born for a reason. Everyone lives for a reason. Everyone is just...there. But, surely, for a reason. This makes me wonder, what about me? Where is my reason? Does it exist? Is it there? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. I am not even living. I am just existing, more like surviving." L/n y/n, just a woman who believed that God has favourites and she, just wasn't one of them. Her life was full of misfortunes hated by her own parents and not to mention her fiance. She was an object, a mere object for everyone to use or so she considered herself as.
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