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I remember that day, that such day, where I met the one I loved. She was different, so different. I was beaten, bullied, and even kidnapped for what I did. But her...her love never stopped me. I was kicked off that boat, because what I wanted. Because, that something was controlled by demons. Because what I did was wrong. Yet, I never stopped, no matter what. I tried, but I couldn't.
It was a summer day of 1838, I was sitting on my porch, picking leaves off the bush that was beside it. I was waiting on my father, who left out for work. He worked for about 6 hours, but that felt like 2 days. He was gone, while I was with my fierce mother, who stayed as mad as a a tiger, who couldn't find their prey after escaping their sights. She would yell and scream at me if I didn't do anything right.
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Create First RoomIt was a summer day of 1838, I was sitting on my porch, picking leaves off the bush that was beside it. I was waiting on my father, who left out for work. He worked for about 6 hours, but that felt like 2 days. He was gone, while I was with my fierce mother, who stayed as mad as a a tiger, who couldn't find their prey after escaping their sights. She would yell and scream at me if I didn't do anything right.