I was formed before I knew I had a choice. Molded by hands that claimed to love me. Shaped under the guise of care, of safety, of righteousness. But safety—at least the way I was taught it—came wrapped in indoctrination. It smelled like prejudice, wore the skin of bigotry, whispered through clenched teeth the lessons of emotional manipulation. And I? I …
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