Lanston, You’ve inspired me, so I'm telling you a story—my story. In it, you will read many sad things, but my hope is that you will perhaps find answers to the questions that flicker through your eyes when you look at me. I knew long ago that I was unwanted. It wasn’t one slight glare but many. Should a five-year-old know the sting of a belt? I knew it well. You learn quickly how to hide, how to plead, and, most of all, how to shut out the world. It wouldn’t be fair to say I’m a nice person because I’m not, not really. I know I’m cold and distant. It’s the fail-safe that keeps my mind taped
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