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My Name
My name does not exist. It does not exist in a baby names dictionary. As if people like me never existed in this place. It’s a simple name with nine letters.
The reaction of people when they see the name it’s a big surprise. People say this name is unique, or never heard it. My name does not exist.
I use four letters. It’s easier to pronounce. Since when it comes to pronouncing it’s like someone scratching a chalk board with their nails. Vi-ri-di-na, it just does not flow. My name does not exist.
I ask why I have this name. Never getting the fairy tale story I want. Instead I get a simple short story of why this name. My name does not exist.
My name does not exist. Nothing can be changed, just keep it unknown, like if I never existed in this place.
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