A gentle reflection on repetition, survival, shame, and the narrow space between who we are and what we learned to do when life touches old wounds.
Some connections feel like fate. But sometimes they are history returning in the dark. A reflection on familiar pain, emotional patterns, and the quiet ache of wounds that recognise themselves in others.
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