There she stands, with her past far behind her. Yet so close it just reminds her. Memories of the mistakes and the bullies. The disability that has kept her. Few know her while others assume that she's just weird and that this disability doesn't consume her. Few don't know this thing exist, this part of her life that consumes her. The constant reminder that she's different. But through the trails and the confusion she has found who she is. This past that's far, but seems so close has made her. So this curtain, this mask that hides her is removed for those who deserve her.


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