I know the pages are somewhere - filled with all the things they want to hide and all the memories they've crumpled up and hidden. But I can't find them. I want to tell you my story, but I can't find the best bits.
They're not the best bits because they're scary, or shocking, or unbelievably cruel - although they might be all those things - they're the best bits because they are true. I want to tell you my story, but the only story I've learned to tell is theirs.
So I'm asking for your help. I want to find the missing pages before it's too late - the bits that are true and honest. The bits that are me.
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