i was eight when i learned what it was like to be thrown away.
it was the first time someone wanted everything about me, in white.
my personality, in white.
my kindness, in white.
i was eight years old and it was the first time someone loved everything about me, and hated me.
i was new in the neighborhood, as i often was. my parents and i had just moved …
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