My Dark Melody X-On Temporary Hold-X
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Last published Wed, May 29, 2013
Have you ever had a secret? Something that caused you to question everything and trust no one? And you felt as if you were to tell anyone that society would shoot you down and reject you as a human?
Well I have a secret, a secret much like that.
Because people fear the unknown, and the different.
In a world so stubborn and full of fright, who could accept a kid like me?
Someone who is not only unique, not just different.
But born schizophrenic.
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