My stories are stitched from scars, dreams, and things I never said out loud.
If it resonates, stay.
If not, scroll.
Either way, I won't shrink to fit your taste.
This space isn't built for approval-
it's built for truth.
And I happen to bleed in ink. 🇵🇭
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Story by POHHHHHH_H
Mistreated: Learning To Hold Light...
Y/N was a 7 year old boy raised where love was a lie and silence kept him safe.
Now adopted by a stranger, An...
