Backslidden, Wandered, Lost, Unsaved, Hooligan, Bad Influence, Disappointment, Black Sheep. You name it, I was called it. The choices I had made in my late teens/early twenties set me apart from those I had previously called dear. I was now different, stained, tainted. And nobody knew what to do with me.
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