There were days when I had a voice of my own. Then there was the great revolt. It’s not like our clan and the other never fought before the revolt, but those fights were nowhere close to wiping out the existence of an entire community. At times I wonder what it would have been like if I perished along with the rest of my community members. That way, I wouldn’t have to live a life that isn’t mine. I also wonder if some other members of my community survived like I did. Maybe I could get a Doctor to treat my deep wounds and my survival chances would increase. Although a pointless thought, it makes me feel safe. The happiness is short-lived though, for I know far too well that to live in this world, they would have to live as a member of the opposite clan as I do. The disguise makes it impossible to spot my clan members and for them to spot me, assuming they made it. The odds of them turning out to be a Doctor are even more slim. Which makes me wonder how many days I have at ...
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