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I know the last chapter was thick with metaphors—abysses, shadows, all that—but honestly, that’s the only way I know how to carry those memories. They weren’t just moments; they were allegories. I remember my childhood more vividly than most—but not in clear stories. I remember through feeling: the pain, the anger, the hollow sadness. The…
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They say 32 isn’t even middle age—still so much road ahead. But I was sprinting from scratch. My reset button wasn’t some midlife revelation—it was when someone told me, “If you’re so ashamed of your life, go kill yourself. I won’t support your education anymore.” That’s the moment the bubble popped. Reality hit like a…