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It's not lost on me that I'm still a very privileged person. I was born into a family that took care of my basic needs, I never wanted for anything—not materially, at least.
Maybe I never will have that sense of belonging that I desire. Maybe it’s my childhood scar, always there to remind me of my inadequacy. How could I be enough for him when I wasn’t even enough for my own parents?
The problem is that if life has taught me anything, it’s that it’s best to be guarded. To only need myself.
