Wasn't Useless
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Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2026
For years, I believed them. I swallowed every cruel word, let every comparison crave wounds into my soul. I tried to be better. Trying to be enough. But no matter what I did, their eyes never softened. Their voices never changed.
I'll prove them wrong.
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