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I ran from all of my history. I ran from all of those bad days. I found myself alone in a strange place. Those days were difficult. I found myself in a place that changed me from the inside out. I was lost and afraid, captive, uncertain of what would become of me until I ran from there as well back to that place I knew originally.

I was lost before I knew the truth. I was captivated by the lies. I thought I would forever be a pretend version of myself.

Back when I did not know that it was not bad to be myself I tried to hide my inner self for what would be acceptable but I was never accepted as I was.

I ran away from here to come back a different person. I never thought I would be back here again but now I am here alone wondering what will happen next.

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