real
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There’s a saying that goes,
“I wish you met me before all these bad things happened to me.”
But in reality?
I’m glad you met me after.
After everything.
So I can show you how I survived it.
It was messy.
It was ugly.
But somehow, through the fire…
I stayed.
I learned to live in it.
I called it my home.
I danced with the embers and smoke.
It wasn’t perfect.
It wasn’t easy.
But it's real.
These scars—
they remind me I overcame something that meant to dim my light.
But still I shine.
Even through cracks
running down my inverted spine.
Like the roots of a tree
buried deep in the ground,
while sunlight breaks through the leaves—
I shine.
Like fault lines that never broke me,
but surely shook me.
And now?
I can show you
what survival
looks like.
