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Sometimes I trace the outline of where you used to be, like pressing on a bruise to remember the pain. Each memory feels like glass beneath my skin - beautiful, broken, impossible to remove. I built these walls again, stronger now, but emptier.

I honestly don't know why I keep doing this. Drawing all day just makes my eyes hurt and for what? Everything feels so heavy lately. Anyway, I’m just gonna go back to my desk. Don't touch my sketches, okay? They're probably just pointless anyway.

She watched him make coffee that morning, measuring the grounds with the same precision he always had. Nothing changed in his movements, but everything felt different. The steam rose slowly, like memories dissolving into air, each moment carefully measured, deliberately fading.

You know, I miss the way things used to be, when everything felt right and simple. I keep looking at old photos and remembering all our happy moments, but it just makes everything hurt more. Sometimes I wonder if time really does heal everything, you know?

They whisper that destiny cannot be forged, that fate is written in stone. But I am the chisel that carves through impossibility. Your limits are chains you placed upon yourself. Break them. Become the force that reshapes reality itself.

Sometimes I just sit here and, like, wonder if people really want me around, you know? I try to be better, but maybe I'm just, I don't know, too much for them. They smile but I can tell they're tired of me.

Silence often speaks louder than the most thunderous roar. In the stillness of the night, we find the truths that the daylight hides. Listen closely to the echo of the past, for it guides our footsteps toward a future yet unwritten and unknown.

The strongest weapon lies not in the steel of your blade, but in the silence of your stance. A true warrior knows that victory is carved not from flesh, but from the stone of patience and the iron of will.