Finding My Freedom

Finding My Freedom

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I've lived in Hidden Valley pretty much my whole life. It's not even a Valley; just an ironic name for a town. My life in this town hasn't been... A typical the "normal". But if you honestly knew my past, you'd understand.
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"Everything is an act. My bright smile, my happy face, my friendly attitude. I acted like I was fine when I was in that hell, and I'm doing the same now - I pretend that what happened hasn't affected me. My happy smile is a mask concealing the darkness that has claimed my soul. I pretend I'm okay, but inside I'm dying. And then, all of a sudden, he appeared. For some reason, he started showing me the sweet affection I used to crave. Now... I no longer want nor need it. Emotions are a luxury I can't afford. He calls me an angel, not even realizing the irony of the name. I'm anything but pure. I have fallen and I can't rise."

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