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She was broken...
She was traumatized...
She was crazy...
She was scared...
She was forgotten.
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I dyed my hair, I changed my clothes. I wore lots of makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes that haunted me whenever I looked at the mirror.
My past takes over my sleep, my happiness, my mind...
I was eventually called crazy.
So they sent me to a 'special' school for 'crazy' people.
And then I saw you.
My past... the past I tried to forget.
And apparently you did too. Because you didn't know me. To you, I was a stranger that you had never seen before. To you, I was a mysterious girl hidden behind a mask.
To you, I was... forgotten.
But who knew that a tiny slip up would change that? You remembered me.
And everything changed.
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