She speaks less, but feels it all,
Built her world, kept it small.
No hate inside, just quiet grace,
A storm she hides behind a face.
Some thoughts she’ll never set free,
Not cold, just deeper than they see.
🌸🌿

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“In a World That Scrolls Too Fast.”

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"Memories don’t ask for permission —
they arrive uninvited, soft as a whisper, loud as a storm.
Some make you smile in silence,
others echo in the quiet you wish would end."

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She doesn’t miss him,
she misses her —
The girl who loved
with heart and stir.
The one who bloomed
with just his glance,
Who thought love meant
a second chance.

She thought that love
was all it took,
But life rewrote
her favorite book.
She lost the girl
she used to be,
The one who lived
so soft, so free.

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"She called it love. He called it kind."

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"From Ache to Afterglow.”

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“We didn’t just solve questions. We solved ourselves.”

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