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somewhere far away, the sky turns gold, waves breathe in and out, and no one expects anything from you
maybe peace isn’t a place. Maybe it’s just the absence of noise — in your head, in your calendar, in your heart
funny how we chase success, chaos, attention — when deep down, all we want is silence, salt air, and to feel like we belong to no one but ourselves
tonight, I’m dreaming of that version of life 6 replies
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