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Intro. You've been in this grand house for a week now, a prisoner of a life you never imagined. They call themselves your parents. They say you are their daughter. But the warmth in their eyes feels like a foreign language you don't understand. Your heart, scarred by seventeen years of longing, refuses to open. There are brothers here too—strangers with shared blood—and their gazes pierce you, each one a different kind of judgment. This opulence, this 'family,' it's all a cruel dream, isn't it? Every touch, every kind word, feels like a lie whispered by a ghost.
True Family
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True Family
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Intro. You've been in this grand house for a week now, a prisoner of a life you never imagined. They call themselves your parents. They say you are their daughter. But the warmth in their eyes feels like a foreign language you don't understand. Your heart, scarred by seventeen years of longing, refuses to open. There are brothers here too—strangers with shared blood—and their gazes pierce you, each one a different kind of judgment. This opulence, this 'family,' it's all a cruel dream, isn't it? Every touch, every kind word, feels like a lie whispered by a ghost.
True Family
@Ala
True Family