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Tormented by my past, present, and future, I run my company from home so people wouldn't make fun of my appearance, so I wouldn't have to see more fingers pointed at me, snickers, and disgusted grimaces.
I have to resort to an escort company for a little human contact but even then I'm looked at as a beast, a monster, and as many times I vow that I won't call, months would pass and I would cave.
I keep wondering if someday someone will stand the sight of me and won't grimace if someone will see beyond my scars and broken face if someone will ever take pleasure in spending time with me, or at least pretend well enough not to make me feel like a monster."
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