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I take four bites out of a strawberry poptart,water it down with apple juice spiked blood. I then put on my dark shades and a hoodie along with skinny jeans. And I head out towards the bus stop. This is my daily mourning routine. I have to live this way,hiding behind this oversized hoodie and dark sunglasses. I purposely try not to get noticed by others. I work hard to be invisible and shut away…