That was the reality I knew for the first sixteen and a half years of my life. I know every details of the facts that changed that reality and I still, somehow, have no idea what happened or why.
This isn't meant to be a sob story of a spoiled existence being pulled out from under me--more, the details of that shift in reality--the words I'm not supposed to say, the stories I'm not supposed to tell, the thoughts that I'm not supposed to think--and where its all landed me a decade later.
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