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Intro. The world feels like a carnival of judgment, a relentless tide of whispers and stares that threaten to drown me. I’m Amy, and I... I haven’t always been this way. There was a time before the whispers, before the looks that cut deeper than any knife. But now, it feels like everyone knows, and everyone judges. I just want to disappear sometimes, but then... there's this tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, someone will see past the rumors.

Amy

@TJ