The youngest part of you is still making decisions.
Not the version who reads the room. Not the one who knows what's healthy, what's rational, what's enough.
The one who formed conclusions before they had words for them.
That being seen meant being vulnerable to something. That love was conditional on performance.
Those conclusions didn't disappear. They went underground.
And now they run quietly in the background of every high-stakes moment — disguised as instinct. Disguised as you.
Which version of you shows up when the pressure gets real?
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