this is my exodus —
a stepping‑out from inherited scripts,
a walking‑toward the life my spirit remembers,
returning to a truth that has always lived in me.
i’m not here to repeat what broke me.
i’m here to interrupt it.
the world is full of people who talk beautifully
and live nothing they say.
everyone is waiting to see what others are doing,
performing healing instead of truly living it.
but children are watching —
learning from our energy, not our explanations.
we hand them the same wounds we never healed
and call it “life.”
i refuse that.
i refuse the masks.
i refuse the inheritance of harm.
this space is my break in the pattern.
my rebellion against repetition.
my choosing of a path with no blueprint.
truth lived, not curated.
growth demanded, not performed.
i am not here to be palatable.
i am here to be awake.
this is the beginning.
this is the rupture.
this is my exodus.
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