With Love, Bae
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Last published Sat, Apr 19, 2025
These pages hold fragments,
small pieces of thoughts
that visit me in the quiet hours
when sleep refuses to come.
They are raw, simple,
and written in a language that is not my own
perhaps as a way to protect myself,
to soften what feels too heavy to say aloud.
This is not about perfection. It's about honesty,
about finding light in the dark corners of the mind.
If you find even one line that feels like home,
then these sleepless nights were worth it.
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