I will never tell anyone the full story about my family, or the things that go on behind closed doors. some wounds are too deep, too complicated, too raw to explain. even if someone asks, even if they say they want to understand, they wouldn't really get it. it's mine to carry, and it always will be. The anger, the disappointment, the hurt, the secrets that live inside me, and sharing them feels like giving pieces of myself to a world that won't know what to do with them. some pain isn't meant to be shown, some stories aren't meant to be told. So I keep it quiet. I hold it close. I let it shape me, haunt me, and sometimes, I let it break me a little but i'll never let anyone see the whole thing.
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