It felt like I was part of a freak show, starring me as the witch, werewolf girl. Everybody looked at you, but they really don’t see your pain or frustration. They don’t really see my longing to be a part of them . . . the humans . . . the normal, and while all of that is going on I’m sitting in my little cage, hoping someone could come and save me, wishing that I can somehow break free from my pain and frustration and no longer have the longing to be one of them.
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