She called it discipline. They called it inspiration. Every compliment felt like fuel poured on a quiet, growing fire she mistook for control. The smaller she became, the more the world applauded, until her body started speaking in the only language it had left: collapse, confusion, chaos. By the time anyone truly listened, the cost had already burrowed into he… Continues…
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