If I could write a list of all the things that ruined me it would start off with being born. And then it would be minimizing myself to fit the egos of hot-tempered boys. Then it would be being nothing more than the skin and bones on my body. But I can't fit all the things that ruined me into a bullet point list. It's every second of every day where I find myself apologizing for just being me.
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