The girl had always felt unwanted. Unloved, unwanted, inferior, scum of the earth from birth.
She longed to be like other people who she called "the good people".
She supposed that they were just born good as she was apparently born bad. Could she do something to become one of the good people? She didn't think so.
She wished that it was at least not so noticeable. She felt like it must be marked across her forehead. Beware! Bad person! Mistreat and abuse at will! She deserves it. She was born bad!
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