An early promise was broken. I trusted a stranger, fell headfirst into the arms of the first who made me feel alive. A steady heart led me somewhere I'd never known before. A place I couldn't name, a place I never really left. I stopped believing far too young. When you learn to accept the unbearable, you stop asking why. Carry me like borrowed blame. Write your version on my skin. Every wound becomes your evidence. Every scar becomes my name. You built a mirror from your fear. Asked me to live inside the glass. I searched for someone looking back, but only found your outline there. When the weight grew heavier, they placed another stone inside my hands. Before I knew the world, my guardian angel sold his soul. Every silence became evidence. Every question became guilt. I learned to carry storms that were never mine. They called it weakness. It was authenticity. They feared what they couldn't imitate. They called me fake. I had simply forgotten how to lie. They whispered behind my back. Every echo found me. They tied my laces. Watched me fall. Then wondered why I never learned to follow. They mistook my silence... for consent. No borrowed blame. No borrowed name. I peeled your version from my skin. The mirror finally knew my face. The wounds were real. Your verdict wasn't. Truth never needed permission. My silence... remains. A broken promise... is still a promise remembered. My silence...
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