There once was a young
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Much too naive to understand the capabilities of a strange
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of which she was born with.
"It's an over-active ιмαgιиαтισи"
Was a repetitive answer always given when mentioned.
She knew she as not
ησямαℓ But what a wonderful thing when your differences allow you to have company.
The child was... Happy for very long time.
But not everything lasts ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ
And a domino effect is typically eminent when downfalls and tragedy is Around.
Bit by bit her life seemed to come Undone
It was heartbreaking for her. "What had I done to deserve this?" was the only thing she could ask.
Despair and anger festered, eventually turning her haven into a distorted wasteland.
People that she had known and trusted turned their backs on her.
People she had loved left her or broke what was remaining.
In the end, the child, now
σℓ∂εя and ιndependenт
locked herself from the world.
Why leave when she could make a perfect world on her own?