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These seven days held every whisper I thought I buried, and every trace that stayed alive under my ribs. Now I, π—Ÿπ—²π—² π—π˜‚π˜†π—²π—Όπ—», am setting it all down. What used to cling to me can stay here. I’m leaving lighter, no longer moving with the same ghost at my side.

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