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>I open this fancy envelope to see the soul-shattering news that nearly lead me to death
>my mother had passed away
>due to a mismanaged gallbladder operation she died in that nuthouse
>a great anger and simultaneous sadness overcame me that day
>I could only stare at what I had read
>the abhorrent treatment of me was not enough to cut my emotional ties with her
>yes, it wasn't it seems
>my work began to see a downfall in positive energy
>I wondered what my life could have been if not for her
>later that year I had written a story about what I had felt was me
>an outsider
>he was trapped since birth, to live a lonely existence until he was forced out into the wild
>to survive on his own with no one else
>the grotesque beast wandered for quite a while to see a ornately built structure
>and through the dark, and the windows he could see people
>they were happy, they were not lonely
>they were satisfied with their lives
>but the beast interfered with their joy
>in their presence, they shrieked in disgust
>they practically abhorred the creature
>upon sight, they wished to avoid it and escape it
>the beast was confused, he did not know what or why they were doing this
>it tried to follow them
>it tried to belong somewhere
>but it came in contact with the mirror
>the beast glanced upon the horror of his grotesque appearance
>his sickly frame, the dreaded face of hideousness
>he realized who he was
>a beast who was not to be loved, or cared for
>only a beast to live alone, in the chambers from where he came from
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