The story of my life

If anyone where to look back on my life I would want them to see me. Not some mocked up version of my praises. My imperfections and faults make up who I am just as much as anything I did right in my life. I spent my childhood hiding away, scared of the world. It is not something I would ever want again. I want people to understand the chaos that is my mind and not a mask that hides it all away.

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