I admit that I have low self-esteem because I grew up in a family that valued boys over girls, so I always thought that I occupied other people's positions. My brother's illness finally gave me a reason to escape, but it took over another person's body. Do you want to give your body back to her? Or do you want to live in this strange world instead? Slowly, I finally got recognition and I could finally live under my own name. . . . . .
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