There's a huge nightmare linked each to other, and all my heros were against me. Using me like a piece of meat, holy was just the tag for forgery.
I never lived and died, it was electricity that blackened it, like a bolt of blackout from memory, halfway dead now..
Bitter, better, broken.
Are they happy?
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They even ripped of his legs so they couldn't shape shift. Took way the smile within and asks why can't they smile at cameras when pictures are taken.

Few years later she would know this.

The pitch is clear as a new made. Playing cricket isn't a hobby or a passion, it is like, part of life to kids like Norrie. Mind play, as she meet her self there like a werewolf and run deep down the well and think of wheel out to strange cities she could live. As a girl she can't go out so often like her cousins.
They play cricket almost every day
There's no passion she could gesture in them, only time pass ticket, she felt whenever they spoke,they mentioned. "It's a gateway Nor,
From things don't we want..you wanna try?'they would laugh and continue playing while she wouldn't reply and it's not like they want an answer.
She has pretended so far, it's not her cup of tea,but she wish to be a boy, a lotta time.