Momentum without direction. Repetition disguised as freedom. The long years of trying, falling, and trying again. Change did not begin with strength — it began with admitting something wasn’t right.
Momentum without direction. Repetition disguised as freedom. The long years of trying, falling, and trying again. Change did not begin with strength — it began with admitting something wasn’t right.
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"The rain comes down again."
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"Lord knows I’m trying to bend."
