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Mama, maybe I should've been a musician, but who's to know?

Is there such thing as feeling too much?

Losing my last name has more implications than I once thought.

Sometime around 14 years old, I began to really realize who loved me and who didn't.

After many years, I've finally cracked the code to silencing a noisy brain.

Like every other second person, I hate talking about myself. But here we are.