breaking the cycle
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They underestimated what you could do, who you are. The first attempt happened before you could speak. You wouldn’t remember it. That was the point. By five, you had already learned to watch people’s faces before listening to their words. By eight, you understood that love occasionally packed a suitcase. By twelve, betrayal had introduced…
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The knock came before sunrise. Three slow strikes against the door. Not desperate. Official. The woman inside was already awake. She had been sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of something that had gone cold hours ago, listening to the wind scrape branches against the roof. The knock came again. She did not…
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Tell me who they are. They warned you the first night, but you called it honesty. They told you the last one was crazy.They told you the world never understood them.They told you people always tried to change them. They told you everything —without ever telling you the truth. What kind of person wears their…
