Who said beauty lies in symmetry?
Boredom hides there as well.
I know I was the child of symmetry. My mother used to tell me how classically boring I used to look: “Nothing substantial to notice you my dear. You will have to work at it.”
Well no need. Destiny fangs sunk deep in me soon after.
The first wolf ran off with my heart leaving me with a terrible tendency to cry and endure exacerbate emotions. Then at 14 another wolf took a good chunk of the right side of my face. While the first event wasn’t noticed by anyone, my mother who was the first one to feel sorry for my lack of physical distinction, was surprisingly more upset by this new turn of fate. My open flesh were put back together surgically by my father’s gifted hands. The scars did not vanished but were diminished. However the…
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