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may my hands never forget how to be kind. may i meet the world with quietness instead of violence. may gentleness never be mistaken for weakness, but for strength made sacred.
let me not fear the silence, but live in it as if it were a cathedral. may i learn to hear myself when the world grows loud. may solitude become my teacher, not my punishment.
keep alive the faces and voices i have loved, even if time wants to erase them. let memory be both wound and balm, teaching me where i come from, and where i must return.
when i bend, let me bend without breaking. when i break, let me be remade into something truer. grant me the courage to endure, not through hardness, but through patience.