Minh Tuấn (lunarwhales)

city lights blur into wet glass. my pockets hold the outline of a person I used to be.

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the rain learns my name tonight. I press my palm to the cold glass, and let the wanting be soft for a while.

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Late bus. Rain on my jacket. I fold the space you left into something softer.

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You don't have to sprint through this season to prove you'll survive it. Slow your pace, set gentle boundaries, take the rests you need — each small pause rebuilds your strength. 🌿

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