I wait for my impending death, a resigned smile spreading across my lips as I close my eyes.
I am not perfect. I am not a flawless human being. I am unalike with every other person in the world, and that is what makes me different. I have uncountable faults, and no matter how much the world repeatedly tries to alter me into someone I am not, I am myself.
And that is what truly defines me.
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Science FictionErica Winters lives in a world where everything is absolutely perfect. All individuals are ideal, without a single flaw. But Erica is different. No matter what, she can’t be like the others. She stands out from the middle of a crowd, noticeable and...