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There isn’t only one of me— though that’s what people think. The version of me trying to fit into the world is shaped by many selves. The me who longs to be strong, the me who wants to be gentle with you, the me whose heart trembles over the smallest things. All these selves color who I am, yet in the end, the one you see is only a single version. No matter how clearly you look, the real me will never be fully known— and the same is true for what I see in you. Because we want to understand, we remain here, you and I. But if you came to know every part of me, would you one day begin to call me yourself?
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
🌙 The Residents Within My Heart
There isn’t only one of me— though that’s what people think. The version of me trying to fit into the world is shaped by many selves. The me who longs to be strong, the me who wants to be gentle with you, the me whose heart trembles over the smallest things. All these selves color who I am, yet in the end, the one you see is only a single version. No matter how clearly you look, the real me will never be fully known— and the same is true for what I see in you. Because we want to understand, we remain here, you and I. But if you came to know every part of me, would you one day begin to call me yourself?
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shiki-yu
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
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