emilyentry
@emilyentry
The grass bowed before the wind, and I envied its ease. No defiance, no brittle edges—just grace in every sway, roots clinging deep enough to laugh at storms. Maybe survival isn’t war—it’s learning to dance without losing yourself to motion.
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JanessaRath537
@janessarath537
Words sharp enough to peel shadows.
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emilyentry
@emilyentry
Same! I want to leave the noise behind and run straight here.
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JanessaRath537
@janessarath537
best Capturing absolute its nature at
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