Broken

Broken

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We live in a world where there are good and bad people ,but that's only what people say. The truth is...we are all the same. We are all flesh,blood and soul. But the community makes us different, our problems make us different and our decisions. Anastasia Miller has that picture in her head and she believes that she can make everyone a good person. She does it by helping in many community groups,like: Blue eagle center for older people Kids of sun Jackie's workshop Autism support group Cancer support group And many others... So since she has ticked all those groups off,there is nothing else for her to do but that's not what she wants. She wants to change everybody,and to do at least 50% of that wish she has to help the group she feared the most: TheBrokenOnes
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Forever

Unable to age, unable to die. So many people want me, but they can't have me. They want to experiment on me and use my blood to make more people like me. They want an army, an army that will take over humanity. An army that will end the world. I am a fighter, I work alone. But I have more problems then just them chasing me to worry about. I'm looking for something, wanting to be someone else, I'm hunting for my freedom. I don't want this, I don't want this life. This live and never die or age crap, I'm done with it. I can never love a man because we won't die old together, I want freedom from this. I walk around everyday seeing families, happy and smiling; it kills me inside. I want that, but I can't have that. I can't have that because of this curse, because of this group of people trying to catch me, use me. I may be human but we all know I'm beyond important. Others think it's incredible! I hate it, I want out, I want to be free.. But can I ever truly be?

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