Finding My Purpose

I finally found a place where I belong. Sure, it's small and cramped, but at least I have a connection to the outside world. It may not be the best place to live, but at least I'm happy. I think. The outsiders keep challenging me. They mock me behind my back. They must assume that I'm deaf. Dare I confront them? What's the point? If I complain, they will kill me. Logically, they are seeing that I am not normal. Maybe they'll finally attack me. They'll stab me because I'm different. Then they'll send me away to rot. I'll be alone, but maybe happy…

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