Normal. That's a word that doesn't match and will never match. It becomes very clear to me every time I see its meaning in the dictionary or anywhere else. Sometimes I keep thinking:
"Is this the hard fate I'll carry for the rest of my life?"
Being forced to hide so I don't become a laughingstock or a mockery to everyone and still be considered a freak or worse... A freak.
But as there is always a light at the end of the tunnel for those who do not give up, now I have a life that I can consider "normal", because they came to me and showed me the way to the light, pulling me out of the darkness I was in.
And even after all this, blue turned out to be my favorite color.
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I don't have a cape to wear, so I put something random
Author Yatsuji