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I carried a simple desk with my own hands. Scratched, like me — yet it stands by the window, facing the sea. Here, silence waits. Here, I begin again.
I carried a simple desk with my own hands. Scratched, like me — yet it stands by the window, facing the sea. Here, silence waits. Here, I begin again.
This is not a place to improve yourself.
It is a place to remember who you were
before you learned to disappear.
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