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8X10 - “Holes in the Story”
Once a child, hollowed by commands and silenced by authority, I have grown into the elder’s mantle. Now I see the countless lies that carved emptiness into my bones, the smiles demanded, the words shackled, the obedience feigned. I carry their legacy no longer as victim, but as keeper, sworn to mend the hollows and guide the next generation away from the void we were forced to inherit.
8X10 - “Holes in the Story”
Once a child, hollowed by commands and silenced by authority, I have grown into the elder’s mantle. Now I see the countless lies that carved emptiness into my bones, the smiles demanded, the words shackled, the obedience feigned. I carry their legacy no longer as victim, but as keeper, sworn to mend the hollows and guide the next generation away from the void we were forced to inherit.