CHAPTER 20

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It was my fault.

The box Pandora had hidden from me since birth opened to my face and brought me an immense surprise of terror.

It was no gift.

Their screams, a chorus of agony repetitive in my ears.

Their hands wanted to get a piece of my limbs.

They called my name.

They hated me for being alive.

They hated blessings not given to them.

They despised me for being one.

They said I don't deserve it.

This world I wanted to embrace with my arms but it didn't want me.

This world hated me with passion.

They ate my heart.

Now I will eat theirs. 

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