They was once a time, I was simply young and carefree and at the time all the grown ups were the ones who I relied on. But time and time again, they slowly taught me how to be more independent and at first thought few months were very, very difficult and quite frankly hard to comprehend. But then I slowly realize that I had a gift, a mysterious yet wondrous gift that only the doctors know, I was able to create a paper tail; though it was blank and fragile. Then a had an itch to write a word and I wrote "Independence." From then on, the things they taught me only became natural at best and I was a mere 5th grader at that time.
Now I have over 50 different tales all different yet sharing one host. I can create more, but, I've convinced myself that 50 should be enough until I've matured enough to carry more. However, I possess one more tale and this one has been with me ever since childbirth and what's written on it, "Live" was what it read and looking back at myself and what I've done, I didn't do it because it was instinct, I did it because I wanted to live... To be human...
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