There was a time… When we didn’t have much—no job, no money, no plan—but somehow, we had everything. A shared meal felt like a celebration, a walk under the stars felt…
There’s always that one quiet moment—late at night, maybe around 3 AM—when everything stills, and a single question hits me hard: “Where did it all go?” That version of me……
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