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They say daughters date their fathers
They say daughters date their fathers. I used to think I was the exception—until hindsight handed me the receipts. I didn’t want to believe that the man who ignored me, hit me, and never once made me feel protected was… Continue reading
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What Silence Holds
I didn’t grow up with room to speak. I don’t mean talking—I mean speaking. Saying what was real. Naming what was happening. Asking questions. Saying no. Saying stop. That kind of space didn’t exist. The rules were simple: stay in… Continue reading
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The Mind That Walks Through Walls
Most people talk with their ears. I listen with my whole body. It’s not a choice—it just happens. The moment someone begins to speak, my brain kicks on like an old reel-to-reel projector, humming to life and casting their words… Continue reading
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Dear Little Me
There you are. I see you, sitting quietly in that small, unspoken moment—watching, feeling, absorbing. Your eyes hold so much, piecing together the world around you in a way that only you can. You don’t have the words yet, but… Continue reading
Mirror Of Chaos 