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" In our own way, we are like Pinocchio searching for some way to finally be made real."

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" In our own way, we are like Pinocchio searching for some way to finally be made real."

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" It was simple enough to see now. My reputation owned me"

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" THEY HATED ME."

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" My reputation was a nuclear reactor that had gone through meltdown."

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" On one particularly daring day, I pushed myself a little too far. The razor moved a little too swiftly. It cut a little too deeply."

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"I can't make it stop."

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" Rumours grew like crops, and everyone around me harvested them like truths"

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"I could be popular.
I could be anonymous.
I could be revered or ignored.
I could be anyone.
I could be a kid.

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"For me, everything was stuck in some kind of horrible slow motion."

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"Above me, the northern lights continued to dance; my life was no concern of theirs.

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"FATASS."

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" But the more we are absent, the more we are amplified ."

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" I might as well have been sitting in a room with no doors trying to invent my way out"

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Each intake of breath was a siege, each exhalation a revolution, each bubbled up tear was the head of anger, and my guillotine eyelids ensured each one would roll.

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But mostly, I thought about those who said or did nothing

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"I could feel it jolting around inside of me, struggling to break free from the tangled mess of my guts. And, for a brief moment, I thought I heard it scream
As if its own sheer will had somehow given it a voice"

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" If my heart were a hand grenade I would have ripped it from my chest and thrown it at them. I wanted to scream as if my lungs were made of paper and I was holding a match to them.
I wanted to haunt them."

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"As if confidence,
respect,
power,
were all things that could be measured on scales. And if I could add these missing ingredients to myself I could somehow be made equal"

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" this was not a two-part mini series. This was going to be episode after episode, in an entire season, of some unbearable melodrama..."