(Open w/ Jordan. Straight. Sorry this is so late) I hear my father's footsteps as he gets closer to me. He reaches me and punches me in the face multiple times. He kicks me as I crumple to the floor. He raises a bottle to hit new with when you...

(Open w/ Jordan. Straight. Sorry this is so late) I hear my father's footsteps as he gets closer to me. He reaches me and punches me in the face multiple times. He kicks me as I crumple to the floor. He raises a bottle to hit new with when you...

She wasn't Mara Kang 'the girl who takes good photographs' or Mara Kang with the rose gold glasses. She wasn't 'the pretty Asian girl' or 'Mara who went to that party last night?', nor was she Mara with a million tales to tell. Everyone saw her as a mythical dream girl who lived a life that everyone wanted. In truth, Mara Kang was just a girl, and that is all she wanted to be.

She wasn't Mara Kang 'the girl who takes good photographs' or Mara Kang with the rose gold glasses. She wasn't 'the pretty Asian girl' or 'Mara who went to that party last night?', nor was she Mara with a million tales to tell. Everyone saw her as a mythical dream girl who lived a life that everyone wanted. In truth, Mara Kang was just a girl, and that is all she wanted to be.

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