Clouded Clarity

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I don't know where I came from, who I am, or what my purpose is. I just am. With no memories of family, or friends, I am constantly in search of a companion.

But every time I try to introduce myself, people shy away. Some ignore me completely, or run in the opposite direction. Teenagers are the worst. They are always disrespecting me, or yell at me, trying to tell me that I don't exist. I wish that were true.

I wish I could just disappear. But every time I try, I am only replaced momentarily by a false hope before I accidentally come crashing back down. I don't mean to cause any harm when I do, I only crave acceptance.

But no one wants to accept Reality.

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