My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.
I've been to those places where it's 'poor, pitiful me.'
Because too much of my life was spent waiting to be seen. Hoping to be seen, hoping to be picked. Once you realize that you aren't looked at that way any more, other things start to happen and you have to depend on other things to get by.
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