My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

performance. I simply wanted to exist, in my actual form, in the presence of my family for long enough that the gap between what they had believed about me and what was true became impossible to maintain. I had spent three years as a fiction in their minds, the struggling daughter, the unrealistic dreamer, the burden. I was tired of the fiction.

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