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“and now, it all seems so crazy. for so long, i could only feel like myself when being someone else. every night, i waited as the night crept closer and hoped that the darkness would hide away all my problems, and when the light was finally gone, i could see everything so much clearer. by just wearing that mask, i could be whoever and whatever i wanted, and somehow, that made me feel better about the person i was. i could change my name, undo the wrong, un-write the past. i could stand up without feeling weak in the knees or, as a matter a fact, any weakness at all. i was proud of who i was, because i was no one. i was strong, and capable of anything. i could fly if i wished it, or swim on the ground. i was beyond all reasonable reasons, and i loved it, but somewhere along the way, it all changed. he got in the way. he started coming into my fantasies, messing up my dreams. all of the sudden, every time i was up, he pulled me back down, reminding me of the real life waiting for me. little did i know, that he had no bad intentions, but to make me see that i could be the real me, while being me, with no sort of numbness getting in the way. little did i know that he didn’t mean to crush my dreams, but to make them stop being that -just dreams- and make them real.”