Some people ruin the sweetest souls. They push and push, testing boundaries, taking kindness for weakness. And then, when the sweetness turns bitter, when the hurt finally speaks up, they call it crazy. Toxic. They point fingers, forgetting they lit the fire themselves. But here’s the truth, every reaction has a root, every flame a spark. You can’t blame someone for defending what’s left of themselves, for refusing to be disrespected anymore. Sometimes, breaking is how they survive.
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