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In the pursuit of peace, parts of you will have to die. As harsh as that sounds, it’s not a curse - it’s a gift. Because you get to...

You see them. Or at least, you think you do. They move through the world as if they belong to it, as if the weight they carry is not an...

I sometimes wish I could erase myself. Not just start over, but cease to exist - like I was never here to begin with. No past, no pain,...