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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.**
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
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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.**
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
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