CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
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Do you know the feeling that you are hurting over and over again? The type that seems to explode in size every time you find out something new about yourself? The type that all your bones, no matter how strong you are, suddenly become soft? It's almost as if you want to vomit all over because of the information being fed to you?
That what it is for me.
The day that I learned that I am adopted, I build my walls strong and high.
I learn how to keep all those emotions aside.
I learn not to cry every time I feel pain.
What I build is the angry me. The mad at the world version of me.
In that way, no one will see just how much pain I am in. in that way no one will have my heart on their palm.
My feelings, my control.
All these years, I thought I did a great job
