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Dream or Reality?

The kind of memory that cuts you down, not gently, but with the sharp edge of something you thought you’d left behind.

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Run Girl, Run,

But once you start running, you learn that stopping is the real fear. Stopping means facing the wreckage, looking in the mirror and seeing the ruins of what you once were. I knew—God, I knew—that if I slowed down, I’d hate what I saw.

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Dear Diary

But writing is different for me. There’s nothing abstract about putting my thoughts and feelings down, claiming them, and owning them. There’s no distance, no mask. It’s just you, laid bare on the page. And maybe it’s time I stop hiding behind the layers of abstraction, time I stand behind my words the way I do my art. Time to take ownership of what I think and feel—no more masks, no more distance. Just truth.

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The Edge

I’m still here. I don’t know how, but I am. And I’ll keep saying it: we need to talk about this. Not the sugar-coated version, not the whispers behind closed doors. We need to talk about the real thing. Because the silence, the shame—that’s what’s killing us. And not everyone makes it back from the edge.

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