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They didn’t take care of you. It’s okay— that time has passed. Father wounds, stories that no longer belong to you. You are free now. That past is not yours to carry. So stop hurting. Stop bleeding. They won’t care for you, not because they don’t want to, but because they are too busy with their own lives. So focus on yours. Keep a Band-Aid tucked in your backpack— not to use it, but to remember you don’t need it anymore.
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Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
You Don’t Need the Band-Aid Anymore
They didn’t take care of you. It’s okay— that time has passed. Father wounds, stories that no longer belong to you. You are free now. That past is not yours to carry. So stop hurting. Stop bleeding. They won’t care for you, not because they don’t want to, but because they are too busy with their own lives. So focus on yours. Keep a Band-Aid tucked in your backpack— not to use it, but to remember you don’t need it anymore.
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Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
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