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Chapter 6 We are Worlds Apart
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2021-04-03 04:07:17Listening to Wu-tang clan seemed fitting, both for an escape and to reflect the growing number of voices in my head. The Wu-tang clan were the first 8 or 9 member rap group to make it big. I always wished I could be a rapper but how could that ever be possible, seeing as I can’t actually talk at all. But I do have a voice, a channel of communication and I learned how to use it in my final year of high school. Just when I was in the middle of a Wu-tang classic on my headphones, a girl passed me.
Her arm slightly brushed my shoulder and she said, ‘Sorry, my bad, Jimmy.’
I knew her face, but I had forgotten her name. She had beautiful long hair and big brown eyes. She looked full of life as she smiled at me. She was short, cute and I think one of those girls in the A class group that everyone talked about. I couldn’t forget her eyes all day at school and that brought her voice to me. I was so disappointed when I found out what she was thinking. The
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