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sinister, repulsive, detestable, unholy, loathsome,

ill-fated, despicable, worthless, awful, hideous


these were nothing, i'd be called worse than this. there were often days where i'd forget my own name. these adjectives and labels... they became my name. they were the names i was known by.

i'll lay in bed all day, thinking if anyone cares about me other than my sister. it's clear that no one else does, but something in me refuses to abandon that ray of hope just yet.

i'm helpless. i miss having no worries. i miss being carefree. i miss being true to myself.

but longing for things to go back to the way they were is pointless. there is nowhere for me to go, nothing to look forward to, and no one who will accept me.

that's what i thought, at least



until i met her.






hi :>

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