The Other Side of Me

The Other Side of Me

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Right from childhood, she felt the rejection. She refused to face what was before her, that she was an outcast. She grew up being compared with everyone else. Never appreciated except in terms of academics yet the first to be blamed for everything that went wrong. All these challenges she confronted at home but when she went out people thought her to be the happiest and were also infected by her happiness. There are times people consider to be overly emotional. She's good at hiding her pain until she meets him. But too bad he's also just temporary happiness. Now it's just her against the world. How would she fight to become a strong spirited woman in a cruel world with a divided family, false friends and unfair fate?
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