The Italian Dream

The Italian Dream

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All my life I had dreamt of being a photographer. Everything relied on me following that path; the plan I had mapped out to the smallest detail. It was my life and I had no backup plan. I wasn't prepared to give it up and I never would be! It was part of me and I couldn't let it go ... at least that's what I thought. Never had I imagined that photography would take me where it has. Never had I even considered a life without photography. Yet it happened, and all because my photography sucked me into a make-believe world where I ignored the dangers of the real world. Now look at me; I'm bound in cable ties with an apple stuffed in my mouth in the back of a blacked out van. Could it get more cliche? On the bright side, this is a damn good apple!
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I never knew I was the only one to see the world like this. To see it as a world where no one ever spoke a word. A world where thoughts ran free. A world where there was silents all around. A world where no one listened. I never realized it. I never knew other's couldn't do it. I thought everyone was like this and this is why I thought the world had no sound and that no one spoke to each other anymore. And when I realized that I was the only one that had been unable to make a sound and unable to listen. I felt UNSPOKEN. I had gone through so much. I was so messed up that five different personalities were created and not only that, but I also got the ability to read other's mind. I know that's a good thing, but that's not the same as being heard and all I wanted was to be heard. I am Shay Underwood. This is my notebook of my life. I'm not mentally disabled, I am not dumb, I am not stupid, and I am not an idiot, I am a human, I am a person, I am Ian Miller. Don't treat me as if I am not. Don't treat me as if I'm different. Please accept me as I am. Please understand me. The beginning of something big. Being unspoken is just another way of saying, yet to be heard. Shay is UNSPOKEN and Ian is yet to be heard.

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