poetry
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You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? Your perfect reading and writing space feels like exhale. It’s tucked slightly away from the world—close enough that life can still reach you if it needs to, but far enough that nothing demands you. The room is filled with natural light
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For 2,558 days, I lived in a world that looked whole from the outside but was fractured within. I once imagined betrayal in its most obvious forms—infidelity, violence, the kind of wounds that leave visible scars. I thought that if you had broken me in those ways, at least the wreckage would make sense. I
