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Some people don’t actually love you — they love the version of you that’s broken enough to need them.
Your pain gave them purpose. Your wounds gave them control.
But the moment you start to heal, to rise, to live without their permission… they’ll call you “different” like it’s a bad thing.
The truth? They were never in love with you — they were in love with your dependence.
Heal anyway. Rise anyway. Be whole… even if it makes them uncomfortable.

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