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I exist between who I was and who I’m becoming. The space is confusing, fragile, and honest. I’ve outgrown certain dreams and people, yet their echoes remain. I’m learning that not everything needs closure some things just need acceptance. And in this slow becoming, I find a strange kind of peace.. There are nights when my soul feels louder than the world outside. I count regrets instead of stars and imagine conversations that never happened. I am made of questions, unfinished chapters, and quiet strength. Even when I feel lost, something inside me insists on moving forward. Maybe healing isn’t loud. Maybe it’s this staying, breathing, and believing again.

I can be confident one day and question everything about myself the next

The topic is insecurities

Lets talk

Abt this

Love gives people freedom Fear tries to control them

Can i kill a person

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How to stay calm

song

already been 4 yrs since i listened to this phone for the 1st time