Some days I smile just because I have to,
not because everything feels right.
I carry thoughts I never say out loud,
and somehow they get heavier at night.
I've learned that people come and go,
like seasons that never ask to stay.
So now I hold on to the ones who choose me,
and let the rest just fade away.
I'm still becoming who I'm meant to be.
I'm not perfect, and I don't pretend.
Every scar has taught me something,
every ending made me stronger in the end.
Maybe one day I'll look back at this,
and smile at everything I've survived.
Until then, I'll keep moving forward, quietly, honestly, still alive.
A whisper from my heart,
Arduana Krajinić 💛
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Whispers Between Thoughts
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