With each day that passed my desire to learn increased. School became my home, where I was fed and did not have to hide. I could run and play without the fear of being hurt. I would get up as early as I could to escape to school. I would write in library books, on paper, anywhere I could. I would write in hopes that someone would find the words and rescue me. I wanted to believe that if I could succeed, maybe love was possible. If I could read, then maybe I would appear to be from a normal family. I wanted to be seen. I dreamed of being someone else.....
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