Is that really how the rest of the world views me? As some useless attachment to a village already over run with castoffs? Is my part truly so unimportant?
I know now that I was merely acting a part scripted to me by some unknown hand, encoded in a virus. That makes it no easier, looking back.
The worst part is remembering that feeling, of truly
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