Tammi Lyn [DISCONTINUED]

Tammi Lyn [DISCONTINUED]

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A new family moved in next door when I was about six. Their family's like any other on the planet. Except for their middle child, who's different in more ways than one and has the same age as me. I can never guess what goes on inside her head, nor do I know her that well to consider her a friend. But something jaw-dropping and surreal happened one day in the hallways, and from then on I decided to keep a careful eye on her. Who knew I was gonna be in for more than I ever expected? Denver Ross, signing out. Or: an outsider's POV about DID #2- dissociativeidentityorder (aug 9, 2020) #3- education (jan 23, 2020) #8- platonicrelationship (jan 23, 2020) #1- multiplepersonalitydisorder (aug 28, 2020) Cover by the talented @beexgraphics thank u love!
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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