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Alby Mangroves's Choice: Both
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Sometimes it’s really difficult coming to terms with it.
This thing, this new existence, it hangs above me like a guillotine.
I’ve screamed myself hoarse at the unfairness of it, wishing my eyes still produced tears.
My misery feels hollow without them.
Sometimes I rage, wishing I could kill Royce again and again.
But, there are times when I’m calm. Accepting.
I can’t change what I am.
No amount of wishing will soften this stone body back into a human one.
If Carlisle hadn’t ‘saved’ me, would I float among the clouds?
Mother always said I looked like an angel.
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