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My past taught me to always be myself, no matter what. Hiding just causes an inner cold. I hid behind lies. I hid because I was afraid of what people would say, but I lost part of myself and felt stuck in a world I couldn't see. Now I accept myself completely. I love my mistakes because they make me who I am. I never accept proposals that hide me in difficulty. Hiding means living in darkness. However, being yourself means living in the evening sun. So I stand tall, head held high, embracing my genuine self, with no cause to hide, for I am a reflection of all that I've been through, and my tale is a love letter to me, from me to you.

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