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Posted On: November 13th 2025, 02:47 pm
I have lived so many lives that I forget which one the world believes I’m in.
Each carries her own small certainties.
One trusted love too easily,
one held her breath too long,
one finally learned that solitude was not a punishment but a kind of grace.
Each carries her own small certainties.
One trusted love too easily,
one held her breath too long,
one finally learned that solitude was not a punishment but a kind of grace.
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