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Finding peace where sadness sits
Everything around me feels half-broken, half-becoming, but for once I’m not collapsing with it—I’m learning to sit beside the chaos.
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He’s moving, I’m floating
Watching Sal rebuild after grief made my stalled life feel louder; sometimes other people’s courage exposes the excuses we decorate.
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An end is not an end (nor a beginning)
Life isn’t a sequence of endings and beginnings, but one continuation where pain, love, change, and courage keep mutating forward.