Nova

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// I stand at the end of the tunnel. I take in the smells. The sounds. The people.

I can do this.

I've already changed my look. I am different. I'm not who I used to be. what I used to be.

"There's no going back," I whisper to myself as I walk slowly towards the train.

The old me is gone

Beatrice Is Gone.

But I am here

I. Am.

Nova. \\

Not sure if anyone even reads these.

-xx Anonymous #1