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... g I could use to portray Mia’s rage. Yes, not sadness, but rage.
Because when someone destroys the one thing that keeps us sane, the only thing left inside us is pure rage.
I held that memory tightly, letting it wash over me, not to hurt myself again, but to remind myself how it felt. The shock. The sting. The slow burn of anger crawling up my chest.
I let all of that settle inside me as I stepped into Mia’s shoes. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
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