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Chapter 14

For those who had remained, I gave them love, but they bestowed me curses and hatred in return.

The funny notion about irony and worth is that they couldn't be quested.  Irony blazoned itself as irony, and worth promulgated itself as worthiness or worthlessness.  Hence, to make it shorter, either one of them is ridiculously a part of the void.  They have no meaning at all.

So ever since I received hatred from the people I loved I have learned to put a fence between me.  Even after I realized that I was adopted, I also realized why my supposed blood relatives treated me so badly.

There's this burning fire, rage, in their eyes like I was a fox who brought deceit.  That was the end of my questioning.  What's wrong with me, what they don't like about me — but by the time the questions run out, new ones flood into my mind.

Like why can’t they accept me?  Or why do I have to endure each of every whip of them?  I didn't do any

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