WHO ARE YOU?
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Who are you? Has anyone ever asked you that? Maybe, someone who had known you for years? Someone you met last year? Someone you met last week? For me....for me... I had heard this question almost daily, everyday i tried to avoid having any connection to "humans", so i didn't have to hear that phrase. That phrase over and over. I dislike it. So...even if I start to a new school, in a new town, with a new family, doesnt mean I have to get along with anyone........but........things arent going the way i want them to be...its really a disaster, i cant even control anything thats going on....and that makes it really dangerous for me, for me....and for my secret.
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