Pretend
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Last published Sat, Jan 9, 2016
My name is Asha. All my life I've had to be perfect and things always had to be said or done the way my mother said they had to be said or done. Well now it's time for me to be on my own and do what I want and finally be free. Free from 24/7 surveillance, free from a life my mother made for me. I can finally be myself but the problem with living the way someone else was making me live is I don't quite know who myself is. Now it's time for me to figure it out. I no longer have to do something I've been doing my whole life. I no longer have to pretend.
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