The Foundation Was Pain
Before the hustle came, there was pain. Not the kind you cry about once and forget — but the type that shapes your bones, rewires your soul, and carves new purpose into your scars. Growing up in the shadows of struggle, pain wasn’t just a moment — it trapstarsco was a lifestyle. It was the cold silence of an empty kitchen. The heavy weight of...
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