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What Remains………. You learn to live with it. Not as a wound, but as weather. It changes, but it never really leaves. You learn to live with them. The faces, the echoes, the nights that stay sharp even when the days blur. Forgetting is a myth. The past is stitched into your skin, threaded through the way you breathe, woven into the pauses before you speak. You can’t undo the roads you’ve walked, but you can choose how gently you carry what they gave you, and what they took. In time, the weight does not vanish. But your shoulders learn the shape of it, and your heart learns the sound of its own survival.

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