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Not like the others (eng)
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Ongoing, First published Dec 22, 2015
My name is Fabricia Mornogale and because of her, I am who I am. 
I didn't want anything, I didn't do anything, but here it is. I guess we all can't have a perfect life.
Nonetheless, some of us want at any price hurt each and other. 
For no valid reason.

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Hello dear readers.
This is my first fiction that I translated in English thanks to Chels450 (go check her out) so please be patient with me :)

Please do not copy this story.

Thanks and have a nice reading.
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25 parts Ongoing

​ I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... ​I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? ​I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5