The power of forgiveness

“I had bits of memories, like scraps of paper pressed between the novels of what I knew to be true, that hid tiny truths within my pages whispered between bruises and never quite scratched the surface, never settled as deep as the blows.”

My truth was that I was so comfortable living in my pain that I wasn’t sure who I would be if I stopped finding ways to suffer.

I had to find a way to want to be enough.

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