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At What Cost?
At what cost do I keep surviving the people I love? Softness is a luxury I’m still seeking.
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Halfway Love
I love in halves. They see parts of me; I hold the rest back. I want them to know all of it, but I’m not sure I even know all of it myself. Sometimes closeness feels like falling, sometimes like disappearing. I can’t tell which it is until it’s gone. And so I stop mid-word.…
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Echoes Between Enough
Could there be something wrong with me? Maybe it’s neither too much nor not enough—just space.