Setting the scene…
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Black Sheep
Feeling like my family turn me into the villain each time I open up. Not having my mother and father on the same page as me
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Previously
…The unheard melody of my soul was not just lost; it was being actively drowned out by the noise of their imposed narrative. I had opened myself up, hoping for a bridge, and instead, I had found myself standing on a solitary island, the vast ocean of misunderstanding separating me not only from them but also, terrifyingly, from myself. The seed of doubt had been planted, a dark and insidious thing, and I wondered, with a chilling certainty, if I would ever truly be heard, or seen, for who I was. The darkness of the black sheep, once a distant shadow, now felt like an encroaching shroud.