freedom
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We were once told to bend our heads and fold our hands, as if we were not the bearers of life itself. To obey without question. To swallow our own thoughts because they might trouble the air. To feel nothing, or at least to pretend we didn’t. We were made to feel small—irrelevant—a placeholder until…
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The bridge is gone.You lit the match yourself. Not out of spite. Not for drama.You did it clean. No witness. No goodbye.Because you knew—if you were ever going to be free, the option to return had to die. So it did. No second chances. No more circling the same wounds pretending it’s healing.Just fire.Then water.Then…
