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Late bus, empty seat where you would've been. I fold the city into my coat and sip a lukewarm coffee. Streetlights look like small, patient stars — and I get a little softer.
What feels like falling apart is often your spirit rearranging itself for alignment.
The sunrise is not just light; it’s an invitation to begin again with purpose.
You can miss what hurt you and still know you’re better without it.