siddhiwrites

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• The quite noise inside me

  I don't know where I go when I leave the moment I'm living. My body keeps moving forward, but my mind disappears somewhere else. I carry other people's pain, overthink every little thing, and forget to care for myself. Maybe I'm not tired of life. Maybe I'm just tired of carrying everything I feel.

• The Weight of "Just"

  I know how easily the word "just" can erase a wound for everyone except the one carrying it. So I learned to move through the world as gently as I wished someone had moved through mine.