Beauty Marked
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"Why do I have to be special, why can't I just be normal, a bystander?" "Ever since you were born you have never had the choice of being normal, you have always been marked as what you are, and it makes you valuable to many and your choices very few."... It was those words that changed my life, I had always been sheltered. Felt that I was never privileged to have a life of my own, due to ridiculous superstitions of others. But if I was honest with myself, I knew I was different. The way the servants would gaze upon me whenever they could but look away when I met their sight. The luminous glow of my skin that never seemed to go away. And with every passing day I stayed on the grounds, I knew that as my body changed and I was to reach the age, everything was going to change for me.
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