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A thought
There’s a thought I’ve been carrying for months that finally started to thin today. Not disappear, not resolve, just soften at the corners, like paper handled too many times. I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding it until I felt it loosen. It’s strange how endings rarely announce themselves. They just begin to wear, quietly, until one day you notice the shape isn’t as sharp as it used to be.
Some things don’t end.
They simply lose their outline.
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A thought
