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Complete, First published Dec 08, 2016
I have a secret. If anyone were to find out, my life would be over. I would be disowned, or worse- forced into some kind of conversion therapy. But I have to tell someone. I cant keep it bottled in any longer. So here I am, telling a complete stranger something I've never admitted to anyone, not even myself. I'm a Stray. I've always been a Stray. I was born a Stray.
 Gd it feels good to get that off my chest. My dads would be livid if they knew.  It's unthinkable in my world for me to not like girls, to not be normal, to not be gay.  Yet, sometimes, late at night, I find myself dreaming of some far off place or time that would accept me for me. My dads always told me to follow my dreams. If only I could listen to them.
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This is basically a book that means a lot to me. Black Veil Brides practically raised me and though a little cliche, saved my life. Then Halsey was introduced into my life and I learned to understand myself and accept who I was, what I was, and all of the present tense versions. BTS came along and then I knew how to be happy with myself. There are steps to everyones life, and these three groups/artists were my steps. I put them together in a story of how I felt at the time of each group being introduced, though it may not be understood. I know some of it is off a little, but it made me happy to write it. So here is my fanfiction. And my Cliche. Celeste Greene had never been a lucky girl. At eight, her father shot her mother and when the suspicion was gone, he beat his daughter. Once she turned thirteen, a new neighbor decided to show pity when hearing a scream. Now, Celeste spends her seventeenth year of life at an abusive orphanage that could easily be compared to prison. As soon as she gave her statement to put her father in jail, she stopped talking, labeled as mute.