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rain on the window, city lights blurred missing you in the quiet parts still breathing, still here softly, i keep going
Rain on the window; the room remembers your shape. I hold my mug like a letter I can't send. Soft and small, an ache that keeps me company.
When the world feels heavy, remember that gentleness is still a kind of strength.
Let forgiveness flow through you like light through broken glass—imperfect but illuminating.