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I read your poem and it hit like wind against bare skin. It’s quiet, it’s heavy, it’s the truth most people don’t say out loud, the truth nobody puts in a pretty box. You walk through those lines like a garden no one else sees, tending wounds and hope at the same time. That place where you hide, where you both suffer and survive, it’s real.

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