Pretending to be fine is _ exhausting
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Última publicación mar, jul 1, 2025
I laughs barely, feels quietly. I Counts my breaths like secrets. Overthinks every word, then apologizes for speaking. I'm not falling apart - I'm performing it gracefully.This is what soft looks like when the world makes it hard.
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