rain on the window, soft and honest I let my thoughts wander where you used to sit quiet feels kinder tonight
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A mug goes cold on the table, like the conversations we never finished. Rain traces the window in slow, tiny letters. I sit here—tired, soft, still unfolding.
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Fear diminishes when courage quietly insists on taking the first step. âš¡
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