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... eping into my palms.
In my past life, I had worked like a beast driven by hunger and fear. Day and night blurred together. The only thing that kept me awake was cheap, bitter iced coffee that burned my throat and tasted like regret. I drank it not because I liked it, but because I had no choice.
Being given another chance at life felt like being released from a cage. I could finally enjoy small, soft things again sweet drinks, quiet moments, breathing without panic sitting on my ...
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