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- Parts 20
My mom would always tell me how deeply loved I am by the people around me, making it known I've always been the favorite of many and that people find comfort just being in my presence alone. As I look back on my life like a supercut, I've had a few unfortunate events, but nothing that I couldn't handle. Perhaps I've grown into the pain I'd have to deal with as a kid.
At 20, I saw myself falling in the depths of complexities- my principles and values, taught by my loving mom as I grew up, are now just a speck of dust, vanished into thin air.
Will I be able to redeem myself? Who will be my saving grace? When is it ever "enough"?
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