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REMIND ME ONCE MORE,
WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOLD AND RUST?
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TELL ME ONCE AGAIN,
WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOOD AND BAD?
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TEACH ME ONE MORE TIME,
WHY DOES THAT DIFFERENCE MATTER?
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REMEMBER HER
1.
The quiet girl in the tiny room, once pampered and adored. Now, left to rot with the rotting room, moulding walls and torn-up bed sheets. Dirt on her skin and scars in her flesh, but her body would heal what her heart could not. A bowl of bland porridge, a cup halfway-filled with water, and a small rock the size of her fist. The plain sludge would last her a week, slowly dripping into the empty stomach that was never filled. The water, she learned how to refill. With a small red glow, the water level rose, cleaner than it would ever be otherwise. Then, the glow reappeared, encasing the rock-
and suddenly, it was gold.
2.
The quiet girl with bandages on her arms and legs, hiding bruises on once-clear skin. Beaten down at the house, beaten down in school. She didn't tell them that she wasn't powerless like the rest in the house. She didn't tell them that she'd much rather be quirkless. The quiet girl was all alone, and no one was coming to save her. Then, they pushed a little too hard, and her fingers brushed against them, and all she wished was for them to go away. Then, a bright red glow sparked from her heart and lit in her fingers-
and the arms that beat her disappeared.
3.
The quiet girl had no more house. The ones who stayed there were gone, and the ones who took them were stealing her away. They poked and prodded at the tips of her fingers, making things and changing things and destroying things, but all she wanted to be was for them to stop. They studied her, and then they got bored with her. So, they sent her away to the dogmousebear who taught her about the world-
