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Remembering the Last of the Normal Days

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On an afternoon like this one. Which I do not remember. In an unnamed photo studio at the back of a mall that may or may not still exist.

My father and his wife paid for my senior photo to be taken. It is among the very few photos I have of myself from the year I went mad.

Today I looked at it for the first time in 10 years. The person in the photo does not look like me. I was too thin, not eating enough calories each day.

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