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I was too young to understand my first time. It was so long ago I’ve forgotten some of the details.

I grew up uncertain of myself, changing or hiding the things I saw as unusual, trying to be normal when there’s no normal.

I’ve got my new outlook now but I’ve spent so many years being someone I never was, now I’m beginning again after not knowing who I am under all of those lies.

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