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United States Virgin Islands
But inside, I was fighting battles no one knew about, and every day was just another round.
If only you knew.
If only you knew how my hands trembled when no one was watching. How I stayed up late, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment in my mind, wondering if I did the right thing. If only you knew about the doubts that whispered in my ear, telling me I wasn't enough, that I wasn't as strong as I pretended to be. I kept my smile in place, my voice steady, because that's what you needed to see. But behind closed doors, when no one was around, I fell apart. The tears I held back all day would spill out, and I'd let myself feel everything I'd been holding in. If only you knew how much it took to keep going, to keep pretending that I was okay when all I wanted to do was hide.