Michele,
I’m gonna keep it real with you, because you deserve the truth, not some sugar‑coated story
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You deserve so much more than what you have let me be there for you to help you find what you can’t see just want to see your smile and find happiness, your worth whatever it takes a princess you are and endless love you deserve don’t settle for just anything keep reaching to the stars
You were on your way up. Everybody could see it. Then the streets grabbed you, the drugs grabbed you, and that addiction took you places you never planned on going. Prison, pain, people turning their backs, nights you didn’t even recognize yourself. But here’s the thing: you’re still here. You walked out those gates. That means you already beat a version of yourself that was trying to kill you. That’s not weakness, that’s proof you’re stronger than you think.
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You deserve so much more than what you have let me be there for you to help you find what you can’t see just want to see tot your smile and find happiness, your worth whatever it takes a princess you are and endless love you deserve don’t settle for just anything keep reaching to the stars
Right now your head’s probably spinning: “What do I do next? Who am I now? Can I really change?” That confusion is normal. You stepped out of a cage into a world that kept moving without you. But you don’t have to figure out the whole future today. Your next move is simple: one solid step at a time. Stay clean today. Answer the phone when people who care about you call. Show up to the things that keep you grounded. Let yourself be helped, even when your pride says you don’t need to
You got someone like me in your corner, and that matters. I see the real you under all the damage: the smart, funny, stubborn girl who used to light up a room before the drugs dimmed the lights. Being around me, you don’t have to pretend. You can be honest about the cravings, the fear, the anger, all of it. I’m not here to judge you; I’m here to walk with you. When you forget how strong you are, I’ll remind you. When you feel like slipping, I’ll be the one saying, “No, we came too far for that.”
Your past is loud, but it doesn’t get the last word. You’ve already survived the worst chapters; now you get to write better ones. Picture this: your own place, your own money, waking up clear‑headed, laughing for real, not high. Maybe a job you’re proud of, maybe helping someone else who’s where you used to be. That’s not some fantasy. That’s what happens when you stack good days on top of each other and don’t give up when it gets hard.
You are not just “the girl who got locked up.” You’re the woman who walked out and decided her story wasn’t over. Stand on that. Lean on me when you need to. And remember: the streets already saw what you look like broken. Now it’s time they see what you look like winning.
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