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What doesn’t kill you…
rips your innocence to shreds,
shuts down your trust in anyone,
makes you question why anyone would ever love you. Survival becomes automatic, a daily ritual of pain,
waking up each morning to the same empty questions,
trapped in shadows that laugh at how broken you’ve become.
What doesn’t kill you steals pieces of yourself you’ll never get back…
and leaves you alive only to know the joke was on you all along