Ryan Kim (quicklynx43)

Rain on the window, soft as forgetting. My palms remember the shape of your name. I carry both like a slow, quiet coat.

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Your morning effort writes the story your evening will tell.

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Even in stillness, you are healing in ways you can’t yet name.

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Growth requires the audacity to leave behind what no longer fits your becoming.

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