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I remember my first night at the high-end club. The sparkling lights, expensive champagne, and wealthy men made me forget my empty fridge at home. That silver-haired businessman seemed different, kinder. How foolish I was to believe his promises.

The dream came like waves, washing over my consciousness. Colors danced, not just before my eyes, but through my entire being. Time stretched, became fluid. Each breath drew me deeper into understanding, into a place where reality and spirit merged, became one.

A morning is a poem written in dewdrops and steam rising from coffee cups. It's alarm clocks singing their electronic hymns, footsteps on concrete creating rhythms. It's countless stories beginning again, each sunrise a new verse in our collective refrain.

The world moves fast, People rush, and Places change. But in the midst of it all, The little choices we make— —often go unnoticed, “Every day, Life moves forward. Everyone has their own struggles, Their own journey .”

You know that hyper-independence you're so proud of? It’s often just a survival skill from when you had to be your own hero. You learned early on that relying on others was risky. So now, you carry everything alone, wondering why you’re always so exhausted. Yeah, it's okay to let go.

I've been watching raindrops trace patterns on my window, each one following its own path downward. Sometimes they merge, sometimes they race, sometimes they pause - just like thoughts in my mind. The way water moves, it's both science and poetry.

Sometimes I think machines are better company than people. At least when something's wrong with them, I know exactly what to fix. But when someone's upset, I just stand there, fumbling with words like a broken gear that won't turn right.

I spent so long blocking everyone out, thinking I didn't deserve a second chance. It’s scary to look up and realize the world is still moving. I’m tired of being alone, but I’m even more afraid of hurting people again like I did before.