Part three

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I suppose at the time, I was angry, but

confused more than anything. I didn't think

that what I was doing was something that

could have me locked away forever. I

thought I was expressing myself, but that

had been a mistake in itself. Something that

had become a taboo since the dawn of my

time.

Perhaps I should introduce myself, my

name is Isabelle, and I'm fifteen years old.

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