When I was younger,
You chose,
For some reason,
To give me support when I was broken
Offered kindness when I acted stupid
Gifted patience when I didn’t understand.
You stood by me when it felt
The whole world was laughing,
Not with me, but at me.
Because of these things
You’ve given so freely to my spirit
I’m taking the time to tell you
How very much you’re loved.
Thank you for being my friend.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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