Where We Stayed
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Last published Sat, Nov 15, 2025
Drowning. That's what I felt every second of every day growing up. The lack of air was so constant, so overwhelming, that I didn't even realize I was suffocating. I wasn't living-I was surviving. Isn't it strange how pain can become normal if it's all you've ever known? You stop questioning it, because you don't know any better.
Until we happened. Until Ireland happened. Until I met him.
And after that, I could no longer fathom existing in a world where his eyes didn't meet mine and heal every single one of my old, bloody wounds.
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