A Road Who Wrote A Route
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Last published Tue, Jun 10, 2025
Hi. This is me. Just an ordinary girl with too many shadows following behind.
I wasn't born in a grand city. I didn't grow up with peace. My childhood was built on fear-silent meals, broken plates, and that one man with the thick mustache who always knew how to twist a smile into something dangerous. I was just a kid who couldn't cry too loudly because no one would listen. A girl who learned too early how to walk on eggshells and disappear inside herself.
But life has a cruel sense of humor. Just when I thought I had enough pain in my pocket, love knocked on the door wearing soft eyes and big ears - a strange boy I met through a glowing screen. Let's just call him Big Ears. He came from a place far away, where the mountains kiss the sky, and his words sounded like puzzle pieces that almost fit mine.
Almost.
He made me laugh, he made me dream. He also made me realize how love isn't always enough - not when distance, fear, and rules louder than hearts get in the way. Not when your past is still gripping your ankle, dragging you down just when you're about to fly.
This story isn't about perfect endings. It's about the messy middle.
About how I tried to heal - from trauma, from heartbreak, from always depending on someone else to save me.
It's about learning to stand on my own feet, cook my own meals, walk unfamiliar roads alone, and chase something I never thought I deserved: a future.
This is the story of how I picked up my broken pieces and turned them into stepping stones toward a scholarship, a new life, and maybe - just maybe - peace.
So if you're here for perfection, this isn't that.
But if you're here for honesty, scars, and strength built from the ugliest places - stay.
I have a story to tell.
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