They say, "The truth will set you free", maybe that is why I feel so locked up right now because I was always denied by even a single glimpse of reality. Half of my memories were deleted after an accident that almost stole every breath that I have. I could dream of a man singing me a lullaby but just like a puzzle, there seemed to be missing lyrics I could never fill. My mom, Linda, is the great manipulator of lies. She always compares me to my twin, Libra, who is by the way-- the epitome of perfection. I am a self-born rebel made to be loud and liberated but will someone ever keep me calmed? Will someone ever encourage me that death is not the end? My name is Alle and this is my fucked up fairytale.