What I Wish I’d Said (But Didn’t)

There are conversations I still replay in my head.

Not because I want closure — but because I wish I’d been louder.

I wish I’d said “that hurt” instead of laughing it off.

I wish I’d said “don’t talk to me like that.”

I wish I’d said “this isn’t okay” before it became normal.

Silence didn’t protect me.

It trained people how far they could go.

Now I speak sooner. Sharper. Less politely.

Not because I’m angry — but because I learned.

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Unhinged But Alive — I say it now.