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Young Writers Society


Lilith

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About Lilith

It feels like everything is screaming at me. I can feel their voices wretching across my skin. I think I'm loosing it. I've lost it. Where am I.--currently untitled work in progress novel.


Occupation

Student

Website

http://www.myspace.com/purpleisforrealpeople


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson