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I never understood why the rules were so absolute. It wasn’t about safety, not really, or at least that’s what I told myself. It was about control. It was about their way, always. My home wasn’t a haven; it was a carefully constructed cage, each bar forged from a different, unbendable expectation. Curfew was non-negotiable, every friend vetted, every phone call timed. My life was an open book, but I was never allowed to write a single chapter.
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