29 years of suppressing my trauma.
29 years of not understanding why the fuck I am the way I am.
29 years of not having my opinions be heard.
29 years of not knowing what’s healthy, what isn’t.
29 years of hurt, betrayal, pain, suffering.
29 years of not knowing what it’s like to be human.

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