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I was born into a fascade, molded to imperfection.

In the first year of my birth, two parents were there. Then a change occured leaving me only one to spare.

Grew up with lies, expressed through deceit.

Until one day the blowout showed all of the heat.

School was my safe haven.

But surely enough, everything I loved crumbled to dust.

A few glimmers of hope were quickly covered with darkness.

A family no longer, not a friend in sight.

Only trying to figure myself out. Told what I'm not and what I should be.

To scared to present the actual me.

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