
There should be a medal for making it out of a childhood that hurt you and not letting it turn you into someone who hurts others.
Not a metaphorical one. A real one. Heavy. Engraved. Maybe something you could wear around your neck that quietly tells the world: You have no idea what I’ve survived. And I’m still here.
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