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I grew up collecting shards of words and gestures that cut me more than they healed. I carried them like treasure, thinking sharp edges meant I was stronger. I learned to hide the bleeding under layers of quiet, under smiles I didn’t feel. But the night holds other lessons— even broken glass reflects stars. Even pain can shine when it’s seen in the right light. And I remember now: the universe didn’t forget me, even when I thought I was lost.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Broken Glass and Stars