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I find sincerity, the beauty in imperfection, and a simple love for life. Writing is how I listen to myself, every word here is a way to hold on to something before it slips away, so that one day, I can look back and remember what I once thought and felt <3
The Child Without a Name
I grew up with the sense that I was an “odd one out” in a world where everything had to be “just right.” No one had to say it, the looks, the distance, the quiet spaces between us were enough to tell me I wasn’t like the others.
The Ones Who Come to Teach, The Ones Who Leave to Love
Some people come into our lives like an early autumn breeze: gentle, pure, carrying the scent of new beginnings and hope. We believe they will stay forever, like golden leaves that never fall from the branches. Then one day, the wind changes direction and gently carries them away, just as softly as they once arrived. And we suddenly realize that not everyone is meant to stay, some are merely beautiful moments, fleeting but unforgettable.
