once upon a time in a collective far, far away lived a girl named ‘Sam.’ she spent her nights in the spotlight, but during the day she faded into the background of everyone’s lives. they took her for granted or left her unnoticed altogether. with each blow she suffered, she classified herself as, “collateral damage.”

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a mirage of a girl who once was, sweet Samantha morphed herself into every shape to fit whatever the team or the situation called for in a fleeting moment. a vision who exists both outside time and amidst the chaos. a wallflower who has seen, heard, and felt everything yet never been truly known.

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she is neurodivergent. an empath. an expert in pattern recognition. a survivor of PTSD. a raging wolf, a wilting flower. a forgotten young girl, an angsty teenager, a queer quandary of deep faith. she is an enigma, a duality, an amalgamation of human variants spanning ages, places, and forms. but making a career out of playing characters hollowed out her insides as she wondered…

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“Who am I outside of what I do?”

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two lingering braids, a black corset, baby pink shoes, and an eye for other people’s emotions, she absorbed the energy abounding around her and bottled it up until the day came when she could not help but explode.