I chose.
You flee.
I win. Every. Single. Time.
I am here.
And I am never looking back.
The discomfort. The pressure. The tension. The unspoken realities.
Don't you dare claim your piece of this story.
Not now.
These chains are MY weapons, now.
And I will use them with wisdom, intent, and empathy.
Rewrite your story or fade into apathetic mediocrity.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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