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I can buy it myself but never will so it’s nice when someone pays attention, and I did not jump around in circles like an out of control idiot. Not at all 😹😹

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Facts!

I get that a lot. Must be my RBF😹

I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t need your support but the ones who are still fighting for survival need you to pay attention. For every illusion they parade as truth, ask yourself “what are they trying to hide”

They need your focus.
They need you to see them and to be their voice …
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If truth can fracture their facade, let it shatter. We must drag this darkness into the light, even if I have to claw it up with my own ruined hands.
Silence and a blind eye can be a death sentence for victims. Some struggle to find their strength, I was lucky to find mine.

I survived. Barely. I was one of the lucky ones.
Because one of my foster mothers saw what the institutions refused to. But countless children don’t get that miracle. They disappear into files, into statistics, into excuses. And the machine rolls on.

My shame was their shield. Silence is their sanctuary. That’s how trafficking works: the victim carries the horror and shame so the perpetrators can walk in daylight without a stain on their blue suits.

People ask, “How could this happen?”
Here’s how:
Because predators don’t hide in the shadows, they’re on the very screen in your hands while they hide the truth behind credibility. Behind titles. Behind systems that will burn a child alive before they expose a powerful man’s secrets.

They want you distracted because distraction is anesthesia. It numbs you.
The constant chaos is a chloroform soaked silk handkerchief. It keeps you arguing about noise while children bleed in places you’re told don’t exist.

Power protects power. And the higher up you go, the more suffocating the silence becomes. You don’t get into certain rooms without agreeing to look away from whatever is rotting in the corner.

Trafficking persists not because it’s hidden, but because it’s protected. Protected by silence. Protected by influence. Protected by money. Protected by people who smile for cameras while monsters shake their hands behind closed doors.

They didn’t “miss the signs.” The signs were screaming. They ignored them because following the truth would lead to places that burn careers, reputations, and comfortable alliances.