If at the end of things, my life turns out to be primarily a tragedy, and I'm never given the space to heal, and trauma is piled upon trauma, I'm at least going to see it through to the end, and leave behind a truly beautiful, if heartbreaking, story.
You can't erase me.
I was here.
I mattered.
I'm going to take up space.
You'll have to kill me to stop me.
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