The world was made to work as clockwork. we're souls, we are born we live and die and all over again. Here i was, born out of the rebellion of two reckless and selfish teenagers. I was born unwanted.
life had already chosen that I'd be a burden, hence why my mother; a beautiful young woman with skin the colour of coffee when mixed with milk, with eyes so bright with a tint of regret and her shoulder length black silky curls. she was a small and lean woman and quite too small to handke the pile of shit life had thrown in her face.
It was quite sad really...
...she was left by " the love of her life"...