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Sep 2011
Being different wasnt her choice
that she is special,said her maker's voice.
That wasnt the kind of 'special' she thought
through life- with the fact she fought

Always seen in a different way
Never felt special,not even for a day.
Assimilation was a term- to her unknown
nothing but pitty towards her was shown

A knife of the table was taken,
inhaling the last breath-only then she was awaken.
**A new life I shall begin,
in a new body- I will fit in.
Prosaic
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   kelsea and Emily Tyler
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