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How To Disappear
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Ongoing, First published May 13, 2020
"I used to want to melt away until I realized what I really wanted,i wanted to disappear without no trace of me existing.The pain will follow but my identity won't making me feel as though this suffering belongs to somebody else.I packed up my bags,changed my name and went to a place not even my close friend of 6 years knew now I'm the most wanted in America"

Where a girl who is filled with pain disappears only for her existence to get acknowledged into a new environment of healing,loving for herself along with others.
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