Eighteen
Eighteen. I was bullied. Ignored. Told I’d never matter. Some days, I believed them. I almost joined the 17 club. But I didn’t. I stayed. I fought. I survived. Now I’m here—louder, stronger, and still becoming. Happy 18th to the girl they couldn’t break.
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