Some people build darkness then blame you for not seeing. You ask for truth, they hand you a storyline: toxic, nightmare, problem. No! That was not your name. That was their breakdown looking for a body to blame. You were there when loneliness got loud, when sickness needed hands. But love is not a courtroom, and care is not a crime. Rebuild. Brick by breath. Bone by belief. You are not the ruin. You are the rebuild. I will not carry the story you wrote to escape yourself. Person, bye.
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