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I miss writing the way it felt to breathe through words why did i stop was it life or just another excuse we call it busy but maybe it’s the same excuse we use for everything even the dreams we never chase
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
Pondering
I miss writing the way it felt to breathe through words why did i stop was it life or just another excuse we call it busy but maybe it’s the same excuse we use for everything even the dreams we never chase
Sometimes we hide our deepest passions behind the word “busy.” But the truth is, time doesn’t return, only regret does. Start again, even if it’s small. The things that make you feel alive are never a waste of time.
K_oyinda
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
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