love-and-loss
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Eventually, loving them begins to require something crueler than staying. You let them go. You stand at a distance and watch them dance with their devil, recognizing the steps because you watched them practice for years. There is a hollowness behind their eyes that you once tried desperately to reach. You stop trying. Not because…
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We were once told to bend our heads and fold our hands, as if we were not the bearers of life itself. To obey without question. To swallow our own thoughts because they might trouble the air. To feel nothing, or at least to pretend we didn’t. We were made to feel small—irrelevant—a placeholder until…
