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... of my biological parents. I have never even thought about missing them.
From the moment I could stand and walk on my own two feet, my life had been a battlefield for survival, and others were obstacles to be trampled over and left behind.
Limited resources, unequal distribution, the law of power, eyes filled with jealousy and malice, and fragile barriers that could collapse at any moment—these were the symbols and imagery of my childhood.
The world had bestowed upon me on ...
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