She starts to open up about her trauma from "summary" of The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith
As she sits on the edge of the bed, she can feel the words clawing at the back of her throat, begging to be set free. It's as if they are trapped inside her, suffocating her from within. She knows she can't keep them bottled up any longer, she needs to release them before they consume her entirely. Taking a deep breath, she begins to tentatively speak, the words coming out in a hesitant whisper at first. It feels foreign to her, to be so vulnerable, to lay bare the darkest corners of her soul. But as she continues, the weight on her chest begins to lift, the burden easing with each syllable that escapes her lips. She ta...
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