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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀
━━━(𝒏.) 𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏

❝...They called her a healer, but she was the one bleeding❞

𓏲𝄢

𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙁𝙀𝙒 𝙊𝙁 𝙐𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙈━━

It's sick how the more I fake a smile, the darker everything gets inside. How can I be happy when I feel like dying? It's like a twisted joke - healing others while my own heart breaks into pieces.

My mother's love was like a tiny flame, snuffed out before it could even really start. She was gone, and with her, a huge piece of me. I was a tender sapling, uprooted before I could feel the earth's embrace, and tossed into a tempestuous sea of life.

My father's love was never there. I was a mere reflection in his eyes and a tool to be shaped. I was the daughter of a general, yet a prisoner of circumstance.

These two forces shaped the woman I became: A healer by title, a hostage of darkness by fate.

People believe that I hold the power to heal, but I am a mere mortal, wounded and weary. Yet, I persist, for in the act of mending others, I find peace. I am the calm before the storm. A lightning strike, they say, illuminating the world with a blinding flash. But even lightning carries a destructive force.

Beneath the calm exterior, darkness churns. A healer, yes, but also a wounded soul, with sorrows that burn.

❛. . .You might now be able to see them,
From where you are;
But look closely-
A candle flares from afar, yet as you approach, it silently weeps tears of lac.❜

I am that candle, burning brightly on the outside, consumed by darkness within. With each passing moment, the darkness grows, and the light within dims.

Time, they say, heals all the wounds, But what about mine?

━━𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙎, 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙆.

𓏲𝄢

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈

❛They call me strong, but strength was never a choice—it was survival.❜

𓏲𝄢