You said I was Safe

You said I was Safe

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You're the only one I can tell. It started with her, Tandiwe, my extra lessons tutor, her smile soft and sweet, her voice gentle enough to make me believe I was safe. But beneath her warmth was something patient, something cruel. She pulled me in with her kindness and broke me with her touch. I ran. I tried to fight it. But she had already buried herself under my skin, and some broken part of me kept crawling back. Now I sit across from you, my therapist, my last chance, trying to explain how someone who promised to care for me became the monster I still dream about... and why, even now, some twisted part of me still wants her to.
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