23: I can stop trying to erase

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Before I was born, I was a called something while my mother was pregnant. I knew what it was for years, but never thought I would be able to have it. Or that if I admitted that I liked it, I was wrong. I thought of names, changing my name, and had settled that I had to make due with the name I had. I never hated the name that was first on my birth certificate. I often thought, though, that I had to have a nickname, a stage name, so people couldn’t mock or misuse my name against me. (didn’t stop that from happen, by the by, but whatever).
It was just, if felt that way about the name I was assigned, how would they react over my real name. The name that belonged to me?
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