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Mummy’s Floor
Sitting on my mother’s floor, I faced grief, dust, and memory—learning that light exists even where venom lingers.
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Holding Space for Emotional Pain Isn’t Loud
Not everyone knows how to ask how you're doing, but some don’t need to. This is for them—the ones who understand without explanation. Who hold your pain like it’s theirs. Who carry your silence like a language.
