The Day The Lights Found Me
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Última publicación mié, feb 10, 2016
I sit hear in silence... The fireflies light makes no sound. A beautiful mating dance conducted in pure silence... I was twelve when I found out that I wasn't my parents' child. I always knew I didn't belong. I never belonged anywhere. How could I? My life here was a lie. Everyone knows I'm not supposed to be here; they make it clear to me everyday. I sit here in silent pain... Where do I belong?
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