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Excerpt: "Sawsam: Getting to know myself again (physically)"

This is as random as the book itself!



My hair was cut to hit just below my shoulders. It was dark and straight, no longer wavy and light brown. He said the chemicals I was exposed to cause a few changes in me. I wasn’t necessarily sure of what he meant but I would soon find out. “You’re up.” A woman walked into the room dragging a large mirror. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her body entirely. Her hair was long and tied up on a ponytail. Her skin was dark but looked clean and soft. Her brown eyes were clear and there was warmth to them. It was completely different to that other man. He was absolutely distant and painful to say the least. Maybe brutal would be a better word to explain it. “I know there is a lot that you do not understand…” she walked towards me and caressed my cheek softly. I don’t think anyone had ever been this caring towards me. “But you’ll see that this is where you belong.” She walked towards the mirror and turned it to face me.
I couldn’t recognize the girl that now stood before me. She was skinnier, there were cuts all over her body that were slowly healing, and her face was pale. Her eyes were deep and dark and the color of hair wasn’t making it any better. But what impressed me the most where the black wings that slowly appeared from the backside of her body. I had to hold on tightly to the mirror due to the excruciating pain of my wings breaking through my skin to be exposed. “What….is….this?” I managed to ask as tears fell from my eyes. The woman didn’t answer instead she walked towards me and placed her hand in my heart. “You’ll be alright, you have a beautiful heart.”

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