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Another dot, in the notebook of my life, just a moment, just a mark. It hurt, I know. But no real harm was done, just the ache of growth. Change your glasses, shift the frame, and watch your mind rearrange the pain.
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May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Heartache
Another dot, in the notebook of my life, just a moment, just a mark. It hurt, I know. But no real harm was done, just the ache of growth. Change your glasses, shift the frame, and watch your mind rearrange the pain.
Pouya
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27/M/Iran
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
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