There was a time I thought survival meant becoming hard.
Walls up. Heart locked. Smile rehearsed.
I believed softness was weakness—that if I let anyone close enough to see the cracks, they’d break me even more. So, I armored up. I built myself out of “never again” and “I don’t care” and “I’m fine.”
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