Shattered Petals
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I was only seventeen when I thought I had finally found what it meant to be loved-safe, secure, and seen. But behind every smile I wore was a secret storm: a home filled with fear, a father whose moods could snap without warning, and a heart that learned too early that love can heal... but it can also hurt.
This is my story.
A story of love, fear, and the fragile hope of healing.
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