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At sixteen, I found myself. I realized edge of it. And I saw the world from
that I stood out. I found myself up above. One last time. And I took
unique. But my feelings weren't a deep breath, mummy, just like
accepted. Because liking another girl you'd said. But I took a deep breath
was disgusting for them. But they to stop breathing forever. My feet
forgot that they were no one to left the surface beneath me to go and
decide whom I should love and live with the stars. To finally make
whom I should not. They were no my dream come true. But as soon as
one to decide who I should be when I felt the rush, I realized what a
God created me to be anyone. That terrible mistake I'd made.
day, you disowned me, mummy.
And Father kicked me out of the Breathe. Just breathe and everything
house. He sold me to men to get rid will be okay. Because as long as
of this "illegal" feeling I had. But you're breathing, you're on. Isn't that
you told me to keep one thing in what you always told me, mummy.
mind. Breathe. But now I know that you were
wrong. You were always wrong. I
I gave pleasure to men, satisfying had to be courageous, something
them. But no one asked me if I was you'd never taught me. I could
hurting from within. If I was probably set things right for myself.
breaking piece by piece. But I kept I could've seen a better tomorrow.
your advice in mind, But know that I never had a mother.
mummy. Breathe. Because that's So I looked at the world as one.
how life goes on. That's how things Someone who could give me faith.
work. But you, yes you, reading this at the
moment. You just told me to breathe
After my twenty first birthday, I and be cooperative. Because that's
decided that I was ready to do what I how things work in this world, isn't
longed to do for two years. I looked it? Instead of celebrating each
into the mirror and saw a stranger other's differences, you want them to
looking back at me, her eyes hollow be like you. Because it‟s easier that
and glassy, and dark patches beneath way, right? But you, a victim of our
them. I didn't know I would heartless society, kept quiet about it
transform into this, mummy. A girl instead of being a voice. Together,
covering herself head to toe when we could have implanted humanity
she got the chance to, to hide her in people, but you chose to ignore
life-long scars, her shame. I went to this. But you still have a chance. Get
the terrace, mummy, and stood at the together and love all. Accept all. Do
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