So many unfinished thoughts,
so many words unsaid.
So many feelings pushed away
for protection.
Understanding that sometimes
time is what you need.
Understanding that you don't have much time.
A thought.
A blink.
A breath.
A feeling of dread,
but relief.
When time
stops
and the mask fades.
What a feeling—
learning to grow.
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Author:
A.N. (
Online) - Published: August 19th, 2026 16:49
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