Stay Wild, Moon Child

Stay Wild, Moon Child

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No one is born beautiful, they grow to be that way. I don't mean the beauty in looks. What I truly mean is the beauty in the heart of good people. I used to have these dreams when I was a kid of my nonexistent mother telling me all about how proud she was of me when because I have such a big heart. Those dreams stopped when I turned eight. I knew I was born different, because even my parents didn't want me. I've always wondered if it's because of my eyes. Maybe one day I'll find all the answers to my questions...
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Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.

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