Rejection is purely monstrous. Its big sharp teeth cut straight through the heart.
As I grew older and stronger, I started fighting that beast back. It only got bloodier. My attention to the beast of rejection made it even bolder, and the war I waged against it, only made it louder and exponentially more viscous.
Can this beast ever become an ally? If r…
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