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"never trust a survivor," my father used to warn me, "until you know what he did to stay alive." those words are what forced me to lose trust in myself, for i didn't exactly know what i did to survive.

it was never about the glory or the blood thirst for Vanessa. it was about waking up the next day. about doing whatever it takes to see the next sunrise.