My Voice, Forever Forgotten
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I'm just writing this because of this idea brewing in my head, I've already made the major plot points and now all that's left is to have the motivation to finish this.
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A daughter born into a fairly wealthy family in a newly colonized country hears of an underground revolution from the whispers of her maids and servants, despite only being taught the bare minimum of education and mostly on how to be 'the perfect wife' for your husband, she's never really accepted that it the most she can be, can she escape the social norms that trap her? or will she be like the hundreds of women before her?
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