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The Punished Angel I
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The world was cruel. I grew up knowing this for I was one of the unlucky ones who experienced its unfairness. All along I thought that my life had its fair share of pain and sorrow, that it was enough reason for me to shout and throw hatred at it, but I did not know that the world can be even crueler.
The winter air woke me up of my slumber. I expected needles and pines as my bed and the melodious singing of the song birds to continue, but the moment I opened my eyes, I was back at my own stuffy quarter. I was back on my own personal cage.
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