Not to impress. Not to explain.
Just to stay.
Just to breathe.
Just to feel something real.
If you’re reading this—maybe you’ve done the same.
— rebecca
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
Not to impress. Not to explain.
Just to stay.
Just to breathe.
Just to feel something real.
If you’re reading this—maybe you’ve done the same.
— rebecca
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