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The following Sunday, she woke up late in her own quiet apartment and enjoyed a cup of coffee while watching the birds on her balcony. There was no smoke, no shouting, and no one there to tell her she wasn’t good enough.
She finally understood that when someone tries to make you feel small, it is only because they are terrified of how big you truly are. Her life no longer smelled like charcoal and sacrifice because it finally smelled like freedom.
THE END.
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