I opened my eyes. I recognized it all my past, my future. I knew what I had to
do. I wasn’t what I was prepared to offer. But I knew. This is what I was
raised for. My whole life. The reason I was born. The reason I was brought to
near-death. I was meant to save it. Now some people grow up, they have friends;
go to school. I did just that but I always felt like an outsider. I knew I had
to stay. I’ve always known I was different. But not quite this unique. I was a
curse, most people think it’s a privilege. To be able to have magical
abilities. It wasn’t my choice. I was made to kill. But I chose to re write my

The End

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