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Repost from Dania's cult🎀
I think I am made entirely of almosts.
Almost loved.
Almost healed.
Almost enough.
A collection of unfinished stories,
of hands that reached but never stayed,
of doors that opened just enough
to let hope in before they closed.
I learned to live in the space
between could have been
and never was.
I became fluent in goodbyes
that arrived before beginnings,
in promises that dissolved
like rain against warm pavement.
They called me resilient.
I called it surviving.
Yet somehow, beneath the rubble
of every almost,
there is still a heart
reckless enough to bloom again.
So maybe I am not made of almosts.
Maybe I am made of endings
that keep mistaking themselves
for forever.
And maybe, one day,
I will discover that I was never
almost worthy,
almost lovable,
or almost enough.
I was simply waiting
for a life that didn’t stop
at almost.
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and of course the intro which was so beautiful that i never skipped it not even for once
