To every woman. To every woman who stopped confusing silence for safety. To every woman who stepped out of the habit of shrinking herself just to make someone else feel bigger. To every woman who cried herself to sleep a…
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Every entry, held quietly.
A quiet sanctuary of unhurried thoughts. For the seekers, the survivors, and the silent.
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How do you know when it's time to let something go? Not for anyone else. For you. Because you're tired of carrying it around. I keep setting it down and then picking it back up in the morning like a bag I forgot I packed…
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