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And Waste the Chance That I’d Been Given
There are seconds when I feel like I can identify these lines of separation, defining boundaries between this and that, here and there. But who establishes these lines, and have they always existed? The more I examine, the more each…
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How Deep Is Your Love?
What exactly am I seeing when I see? Sometimes I think I’m looking at something, but am I? Maybe I’m just looking at my idea of a thing, my memory of things, or what I think a thing should probably…
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Fade to Grey
At the end of understanding, there’s always more to explore. Even when I believe I’ve reached the peak, something greater awaits. There might always be more to discover. When I feel convinced, it often transforms into something even better. Each…
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Just Be Good to Me
Sitting quietly, space begins to open. Not the space of rooms or distances, but something less confined. It spreads without spreading, expands without expanding. How curious that boundlessness could feel so natural. But even this vastness seems somehow… limited? There’s…
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Maybe I’m Just Too Demanding
I let myself sink. Not in sadness, no—more like how a pebble might settle into the soft sand at the bottom of a clear pool. There’s such gentleness in allowing this, in not needing to float or swim or struggle…
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We Ain’t Here to Hurt Nobody
Quite often, I think I need to hold on tighter and keep more for myself. But when I actually share freely, it feels natural—like that’s what resources are for. Still, it’s not about depleting myself completely. When I try to…
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If You Could Read My Mind
Well, I think I’ve figured it out this time—my motivations, my patterns, my complete tale. But have I? The moment I try to pin down what’s really driving me, it slips away. Like trying to catch my own shadow, I…
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You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin
That was such a special event, and it came out of nowhere. I could not see it arise, but it overwhelmed me. It was not just joy; it was a complete connection to everything. All the doubt and rejection were…
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Come Out of Things Unsaid
Okay, so what was my opinion after all? Did someone ask me? Did I ask myself? I have already forgotten what made me start having this thought, but somehow, I am too fascinated by it, and it seems to be…
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And so I’ve Got to Push On Through
I have seen that before, and I will see something similar again. But what do I see? Oh, it would be so easy to turn this into another story that I can tell myself and others. But certainly, this doesn’t…
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Sometimes, my life moves quietly on its own, without anyone and anything holding it together. All these moments open and close as heartbeats, belonging to no one, asking nothing in return. It’s all yours. And then the stories gather…
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