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The quiet negotiation between being yourself and being accepted.
The particular loneliness of the person who holds the room.
You are the one people count on. This is about who counts on you.
On what happens when love stops requiring proof.
On the specific fatigue of a mind that has been overworked for years.
You have probably known for a while now.
You can be central to a group and still feel unseen inside it.
On being trusted with everything except your own softness.
