when I was a kid
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Though we don't look the same, the truth is that mentally, I'm still that same afraid little girl. My body has grown taller, my features sharper, but inside, I'm still grappling with the confusion and fear she felt. I'm haunted by the memories of not understanding what was happening to me, struggling to process emotions that felt too big and overwhelming for someone so small. The world around me has changed, but that girl remains trapped in my mind, still questioning, still uncertain, a fragile part of me that I can't seem to shake off. No matter how much time passes or how much I grow, that sense of fear lingers, reminding me of the innocence lost and the struggles that shaped me.
warnings: mention of SA/🍇, childhood trauma, sh, mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of eating disorders
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