The old clock in the living room was my grandfather’s, and it still chimes every hour, a deep, resonant sound that makes me feel like he’s still with me.
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Our love is like the wind, I can't see it but I can feel it.
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Negative self-talk is a liar—I’m done believing the voice that says I’m not good enough, that I can’t do it, that I don’t deserve happiness. I am enough, and I am capable.
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