The western side feels so loud. Voices layered over voices, expectations thrown like stones, people speaking as if they knew the shape my life should take. The western side carried too much sound, judgment in every crowded room, pressure hidden inside advice, love measured by impossible standards. I learned how to disappear inside noise. But […]
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