Reading my old journals feels like opening a window into a storm I once called home. The words tremble with a version of me I barely recognize, yet ache to reach. I want to step back through time, to gather her into my arms, to press something steady and warm into her shaking hands and whisper, stay—just stay. You make it through this. You live.
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jozsef:
I must add, that picture is truly captivating.
lily:
@cpmower831, Thank you. Me too. , @Wizardo Thank you so much. @kingofcool Thank you so much, as well. @chazstrummer it’s good to be back! you’ve been so supportive of my blogs for so long. I truly appreciate you. @jozsef Thank you. I’m planning to submit a set soon.
