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I am not what others say about me.
I am not what life has taken from me.
I am not even the pain that still lingers inside.

I am the one who survived.
Not through muscle. Not through noise.
But through the quiet YES I whispered each day.

Yes — I will keep going.
Yes — I will rise, even when I have no strength.
Yes — I still believe, even when the world tells me not to.

My tears are not weakness.
They are proof that my heart still beats.
They are water that nourishes my roots.

I do not have to be perfect.
I do not have to be strong all the time.
I do not need all the answers.

It is enough that I am here.
That I breathe.
That I have not lost my light —
even when it flickered like the smallest spark.

And I know…
I did not come here to surrender.
I came to be myself — fully —
until the world remembers me.

This is my truth.
This is my soul’s whisper.
I am the one who survived.