Out of Darkness
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No longer will I let my story be ruined because those around me refuse to tell the real story. This is the real story of me. I refuse to be the scared victim I always was. No longer will I let others control me by fear. I am going to bring a lot of stuff to the light where it needs to be.
I will be damned if I don't let my story come to the light, I am not going to be a bottle of emotions and hold onto damaging secrets no more.
This is MY story, I am writing it on my own. No more lies, no more bullshit. Just me and the words I write.
Out of Darkness.
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