by Mathias Denero
Who am I? Dan Kiirii. A son. A friend. An eyesore. I am what others think of me... but who am I, truly? Unable to understand myself, I hide behind a mask — concealing my anxiety, my fear, my dread of humans. I no longer remember who I am. Or perhaps... I was never truly myself to begin with.
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