Cruelty was the first thing I learned at home. Or maybe that's wrong, maybe it wasn't cruelty but horror, or sadness, or perhaps it was fear. I think it must have been fear. I was never safe growing up, I lived in a constant state of fear during 20 years, no wonder I'm so messed up. I know I've been 10 years living in other city, but I still carry with me all of that. I don't know how to let go, I don't know if I want to leave that behind, because, What if the world it's worst outside this personal hell of mine?
Freedom sounds terrifying.
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