Here I am, lost without hope of survival but there must be a way out of this bag of certain doom. I shall take anda back to earlier this morning which was the beginning of the worst hari of my short-lived life…or was it really? I have a nickname that I’m not proud of - Curse. It’s my nickname due to the dark spots covering my body. It’s really unfair that there are some utterly gorgeous leaves out there but there is always a minority. My mother, being your average loving mother says that I’m rather cute but every hari I am reminded of the revolting truth.
Here I am, crying again like...
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