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posted by EvanlovesAzula
Authors Note: Here's number four. Six to go. A nice break from the new style I tried going back to the basics. :)

The girls at the academy don't have these things.

No servants.

No palace.

No courtyard.

No power.

They live underneath.

They live underground.

They live in a hole.

As do I.

"You're really pretty." đã đưa ý kiến the little acrobat girl.

"I like your style." đã đưa ý kiến the dreary one.

"You have the prettiest dresses." say the others.

"They lie." says Mother.

She tells me things.

"Azula behave, Azula sit still."
"Azula relax, Azula be nice."
"Azula don't yell, Azula apologize."
"Your eyes are like mine."...
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It's so hard.

I have to keep steady,

To be firm.

The poor girl. My friend.

I made her leave the circus.

I burned the net.

Me.

Disgusting me.

They all fear me.

I cry so much, Mother.

They don't see. They don't know.

I cry and cry.

And I lift it from the drawer.

It's cold. But the finest gold.

A bold red ruby fills the pendant's center.

The necklace.

My birthday necklace.

From Lady Tao. From your trà club.

It's pretty for a pretty girl.

Not ugly me.

Just a Mất tích soul. It torments me.

I pull, it feels sharp around my ugly neck.

Too loose.

A knot. Much better.

The hot tears come flowing.

End this life with a final pull?

I can't. Too weak. Too scared.

The red welts stay. Red as a ruby.

The armor will hide them. And hide my sorrows.

I hope I don't cry tomorrow.

I hope Ty Lee doesn't look at me.

Its in the trash.

That damn necklace.