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Hues of Hope To every Teenage Dream, lost and forgotten. This is the story of every being. It was not long ago when I used to apologize for things I never did, helped a friend who lost someone they really cared for, dealt with people who were unable to cope with the voices in their head, cried over what I thought love was, and constantly hoped that the future ‘me’ would be happy. Little did I know then that I was not alone. I discovered home. It was here all along, hidden under cultural conditioning, expectations, opinions, and the constant struggle to not mess up at least one thing in my life. I realized that it is never too late to be what I might have been. So, here I am, to share what I have come to learn, in hopes that someone out there would need it. This is my way, and probably the only way, of showing gratitude to people who have been there for me all along, when I needed them the most.