Freedom
was what she yearned for, freedom from the grips for her previous sins for
which; she had begged forgiveness from her God yet she remained tainted by
them. For her God might have forgiven her but it her own people who would not let
her forget her past mistakes. Every time she looked in someone in the eye, she
could feel the accusation burning there. Each for her sins were counted again
and again and now she felt as though there was nothing that could wash away the
mud dirtying her.
~Mad
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