Some days, I don’t write to be read. I write to remember.To catch pieces of myself in the quiet — before life moves too fast again.
Lately, I’ve been filling the margins of my notebook with fragments of thought — half sentences, small reminders, soft truths I don’t want to forget.It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s mine.
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