When I was sixteen, I had two best friends (honestly, the triad is doomed to fail, right?). One of them was Rebecca, who is still an awesome human being in every sense of the word.
She wrote a poem about me that I kept. It was about how the way I saw myself and the way others saw me were not the same, and that I needed to see myself through their eyes.
I …
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