I write because silence almost killed me.
26 years of heartbreak, hustle, healing, and hell.
These are the stories I never got to scream-
Now I'm bleeding them onto the page.
For every girl who swallowed her truth...
For every woman who bloomed after the burn.
Welcome to the fragments.
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Story by Victoria Rose 🌹
FRAGMENTS OF VICTORIA
Some girls grow up soft. I didn't get that luxury.
This is the story of a girl who survived her past, made pe...