Beyond that, I have a deep curiosity for subjects like neurology, consciousness, space, and psychology—basically anything that sparks a great intellectual conversation.
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oope bubbled inside
ff the golden hour
tollowing the last
fhat held me tenderly
londness filled your eyes
aearning to hate.
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wearning to love,
te spent half the sunlight
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There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that comes from merely existing. Waking up, going through the motions, speaking when you’re expected to speak, smiling when you’re supposed to smile, and quietly carrying things no one else can see. Some wounds don’t bleed.