when the mask finally slips and the narcissist realizes you’re done—truly done—it shakes them. Not because they love you or suddenly found a conscience tucked somewhere in their cold, dark heart. No, friend, it rattles them because their control is slipping. The marionette has just dropped the strings. Now let’s talk about you. This isn’t…
I’ve walked through this life, shoulder-to-shoulder with shadows, not once, not twice, but time and time again. I’ve brushed against something that wore the face of a friend, the smile of a sibling, the voice of a lover, and yet, behind those masks, there was something else entirely. I can’t stay quiet anymore. I won’t….
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