"I am both blessed and cursed with beauty, for while it draws eyes, it repels hearts, They hate me for who I was. Yet in the shadows, amidst disdain, I found the light of one who saw beyond the surface, who loved me for the soul beneath this cursed...
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As I walked in the rain, I felt really sad and lost. I kept thinking about my past and the people I loved who are gone now. The rain made me feel worse, like it was washing away all my pretend happiness.
As I trudged through the rain-soaked streets, my mind in a haze, I felt lost and alone. Each step I took seemed to weigh heavier on my weary soul, and I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that engulfed me.
The memories of my past, of the loved ones I had lost, haunted me like ghosts in the night. With each flash of lightning and clap of thunder, their faces flickered before my eyes, I could see nothing.
Despite the downpour, I couldn't bring myself to seek shelter. The rain felt like a cleansing force, washing away the facade I had built around myself, exposing the raw emotions I had long tried to bury. I hate being in ran, I hate being soaked in rain.
I hate rain.
As I stumbled along, my clothes drenched and my heart heavy, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. I didn't know where I was going or what I was searching for. All I knew was that I couldn't bear to be alone with my thoughts any longer.
I didn't know where I was going. I just walked and walked Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, I found myself standing before the familiar gates of my castle. With trembling hands, I reached out and pushed them open, the creak of the metal hinges echoing in the stillness of the night.
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As I stepped inside, the warmth and familiarity of my home enveloped me like a comforting embrace. But even as I made my way towards the front door, I tried to open it, but it felt like it got stuck.
With one final effort, I stumbled up the steps and collapsed against the door, my body shaking with sobs. Tears mingled with raindrops as I clung to the cold stone, feeling as though I had reached the end of my strength.
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