Found Talents
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Ongoing37m
Last published Sun, Feb 12, 2017
I am Zyth Airah Strife and I am punished for a reason.
We're not punished to be disciplined. We're punished to be given a chance to change, to express ourselves, to trust our selves, to trust each one, and to know yourself.
Being one of the members, I am the one who witness their changes. I am the one who saw their to see their transformation.
But I am really part of this group? Everyone had already grab their chances. Everyone had already express themselves. Everyone already trust themselves and each other. EVERYONE ALREADY KNEW THEMSELVES.
Did I really succeed the intentions of the punishment? Do I really deserve this punishment?
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