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No. 13: Unmuted Letters,
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@fawne, ♡

[Writing Corner. @pencorner]

Why must love wear a name to be believed? Perhaps we have loved beyond what names can hold.
🖊️ Fawne

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https://t.co/hX6pzOWABd

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“Her Story, Her Reign.” —— In the spirit of Raden Ajeng Kartini, may you continue to rise, not in comparison, but in your own becoming. Your courage, in all its forms, is worth honoring.

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Love me my disarrayed playlist, https://t.co/qd09MHYRTk

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@fawne

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I wonder whether love feels easier when it grows between two very different individuals, or when it settles between those who resemble each other closely… and what shapes that preference beneath the surface. It’s a simple question, yet somehow it sounds complicated in my head.

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https://t.co/M6CuRo82hP

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(1) Soak in the sun while it’s warm
(2) Make sure our lil’ strays are well fed
(3) Keep the trees company like a friend

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And starting the day with fresh air filling my lungs is something I’m really grateful for. Yes, taking care of my body is a long-term commitment, and I feel like I’m finally investing in better days ahead. It may not be the easiest road around, but here I am taking it anyway.

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I wouldn’t dare make it my entire personality, but I really can’t seem to go a day without green tea. It has to be warm, just enough to settle my stomach before bed. It’s meant for mornings, of course… but I’m hardly ever awake for those anyway, so who’s really keeping score?

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It feels like I’ve been distant from myself for far too long, and what I’ve brought over from last year is nothing more than the residue of my own missteps. It needs to end here… and I can only hope I’ll be strong enough to really commit.

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It may not be the easiest thing to untangle, but I feel a pull to step back from the habits that seem harmless yet slowly wear me down; too much sugar, staying up late, stating in bed longer than I should. Nothing drastic… just small, commited changes, one after another.

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And as long as I’m here—present—there are still chances waiting, and that’s the thread I choose to hold onto.

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Somewhere between agony & what feels almost divine, I find myself unsure of where I belong. Maybe the line between them was always thin; and here I am, lingering upon it, as though doubt is the only thing that holds any certainty. Yet… I’m still here. Standing. Breathing. Alive.

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Maybe the only thing that really moves me is the way I choose to see it; and how neatly I dress it into something presentable. I may be wandering through nowhere, trying to find my way back to myself, but still… I am alive. Maybe just barely, but I am. That alone counts.

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@qdiet Aku tanya dulu, yaaa, kak. Terima kasih!

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For that, I can only hope to spend the rest of my days with her beside me. She’s the one I’d want next to me when the days grow darker; sharing a bowl of cream soup, while talking about everything and nothing at once. I love you, Mamita!

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Being a mother may be the hardest role anyone could hold, yet my mom does it with such devotion and ease that I doubt I could ever reach the measure of her care. The love she gives feels endless, as if it knows no boundary at all. I don’t think it’s a match for my selfishness.

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As her daughter, I often arrive with a rebellious streak and a tongue that rarely holds back my thoughts. I may not always be the daughter she once imagined, yet she meets every decision I make with respect and promises, time and again, to stand beside me through it all.