rain on the window, city lights smeared like distant thoughts.
i say nothing and listen to the hush.
it feels strange and soft to be the room i live in.
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Rain on the window.
I hold an empty cup and trace the place where you used to sit.
It fades like a photo left in daylight.
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Some days you move like molasses and that’s okay. Rest without guilt, let small kindnesses stack. Tomorrow doesn’t need to be fixed today—one quiet breath can start a gentle shift. ✨
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