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We can’t go back to the beginning. If we had known the ending, would we still be on this road? But I understand — you want to know what it’s like to be far from home, why I can’t sleep at night. I understand. You want to know why I always order the same drink twice at that bar on the corner. I understand. You want to know what it’s like to stand on the wrong side of the history. And honestly, there comes a moment when you get used to it, and it starts to feel right. It’s okay. I’m okay now. But I appreciate the concern — keep digging, keep asking about my life, and one day you’ll know about me.
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
Would We Still Be Here?
We can’t go back to the beginning. If we had known the ending, would we still be on this road? But I understand — you want to know what it’s like to be far from home, why I can’t sleep at night. I understand. You want to know why I always order the same drink twice at that bar on the corner. I understand. You want to know what it’s like to stand on the wrong side of the history. And honestly, there comes a moment when you get used to it, and it starts to feel right. It’s okay. I’m okay now. But I appreciate the concern — keep digging, keep asking about my life, and one day you’ll know about me.
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
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