She held it for longer than she remembers—
the weight, the silence, the unspoken things.
It lived quietly within her, shaping the way she breathed, the way she moved through the world.
And then, without force, without resistance, she let it go.
Not all at once, but gently—like a breath she no longer needed to hold.
She held it for longer than she remembers—
the weight, the silence, the unspoken things.
It lived quietly within her, shaping the way she breathed, the way she moved through the world.
And then, without force, without resistance, she let it go.
Not all at once, but gently—like a breath she no longer needed to hold.
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