Aries After The Fire
She was born an Aries, which meant fire lived in her before she had words for it. As a child, that fire had to learn how to hide. She learned how to smile while fighting wars no one else could see. She learned that silence was safer than telling the truth. The universe did not protect her then. People crossed lines they knew were wrong, and she carried it like fate, like the pain was written somewhere above her and she was meant to endure it. She grew up questioning her body, her identity, and whether what was done to her had rewritten who she was allowed to be. She loved boys, but she no longer trusted herself. Aries is not built to stay still. Fire is not meant to be contained.Hers survived by waiting. There were years she lived half-alive, orbiting fear, calling survival a life. Then something shifted. Not in the sky, but in her. She realized the stars did not choose her suffering. They only gave her the strength to walk out of it. She is still here. Still fire. Still standing.
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