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Most children are told stories about scary things that might attack them. Dangers lurking around corners, and hidden in the shadows. My parents where different, because they were more concerned with how I would hurt the people around me. I was taught that I was a monster to others, that people should not see what rests behind my eyes. Should I ever give a hint of the person I knew inside, I would risk others hunting me and my family for having subjected the world to my grotesque nature. Every part of my person should be concealed, and I should watch for any eye that might see around my cloaks. Every displeasure was unimportant, every frown concealed, and any level of disdain faked. I shouldn’t complain, when my every boundary crossed. I should keep to myself, my whole self, for I am a burden no one else can bear.
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