the background, the way I carried responsibility like a reflex, and how often I confuse
self-sacrifice with love. Line by line, he gave me permission
I’d never taken for myself: to want more, to choose differently, to stop apologizing for existing.
the background, the way I carried responsibility like a reflex, and how often I confuse
self-sacrifice with love. Line by line, he gave me permission
I’d never taken for myself: to want more, to choose differently, to stop apologizing for existing.