The Inner Empire

The Inner Empire

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I was just a girl. I thrived for a better life. I had to act like it was alright but it wasn't. I was scared. Scared to rock the boat with the fear that my push might break it. Scared to voice out my opinions because I felt it would be tauted. I let my negativity and inferiority get the best out of me. It felt like I was perfectly fine but deep down, I was getting eaten up by the unknown. I was gradually fading away out of this world and I watched it happen like a pathetic fool! BUT NO!!! I had enough! I was tired of been defined by the words and thoughts of others. I was tired of been told of my abilities by someone who knew not a damn about me. I was fed up.. And I knew...that it was time. I knew that the cup of negativity was filled, it was time to break free out of that desolated shell I was stuck in for a long time. I knew...the time...was now. ~~~ I know not who you are or what you may be going through right now but I just wanna let you know that you can break free. You can be that which you wanna be. I trust that. And I want you to know that we can kill negativity...together. I am Favour Clinton, welcome to the Inner Empire. ~~ Nurture your mind with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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