p3ngu1n4ever
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It's hard being what I am. Constantly scared of those around me, not knowing who's a threat and who's a mere human being. It doesn't help that my family is oblivious to the fact or that I rarely keep in contact with them. It doesn't matter because I'm stuck with it, like a disease. A disease that keeps coming back for me . . .again . . . and again . . . and again . . .