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Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence, how a melody that flows slowly through my room becomes a river of comfort, how a few piano notes struck with tenderness can heal my invisible wounds, and how colors that melt in a painting speak to me in a language without words. I fall in love with stories like souls that signal to me from afar, with films that let my mind float for hours through parallel universes, with the pure joy of learning something new, as if I were discovering an unknown planet, with the thrill of a game that makes my heart beat like a drum of war and peace. These are not just hobbies scattered in free time and meaningless to others, but shelters built from dreams and hope in the midst of the storm that haunts me, my quiet joy that asks no one's permission to exist in this world, my secret way of surviving when the world becomes too heavy to carry on my shoulders. Because not everything in life feels warm like a loving mother's embrace, people leave behind only the echo of their steps on the corridors of my empty heart, plans crumble like sand castles struck by waves of disappointment, but music remains, faithful like a dog that doesn't know how to abandon its master. Art listens to me with the patience of a confessor who never judges sins, stories hold me in their arms when no one else knows how to do it, they are my company in nights when loneliness becomes too heavy to bear, they are my light when darkness threatens to swallow me whole with its shadows. They may seem small and insignificant to those who live in the noise of the outside world, but to me they are everything - entire universes that fit in my open palm, they remind me that even in sadness the purest beauty can bloom, that even in solitude an unexpected and warm light can ignite. These small things are not small at all in the geography of my wounded and healing soul, they are my peace built with patience from fragments of beauty gathered over time, they are the only places where my soul can breathe freely without hiding, where I can be myself without apologizing for who I am in my depths. In every note, in every color, in every story discovered with quiet joy, I build a temple of peace where no one can enter without permission, where I can be vulnerable and strong at the same time, without fearing judgment, where I can understand that beauty is the purest form of resistance against pain.

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Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence

Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence, how a melody that flows slowly through my room becomes a river of comfort, how a few piano notes struck with tenderness can heal my invisible wounds, and how colors that melt in a painting speak to me in a language without words. I fall in love with stories like souls that signal to me from afar, with films that let my mind float for hours through parallel universes, with the pure joy of learning something new, as if I were discovering an unknown planet, with the thrill of a game that makes my heart beat like a drum of war and peace. These are not just hobbies scattered in free time and meaningless to others, but shelters built from dreams and hope in the midst of the storm that haunts me, my quiet joy that asks no one's permission to exist in this world, my secret way of surviving when the world becomes too heavy to carry on my shoulders. Because not everything in life feels warm like a loving mother's embrace, people leave behind only the echo of their steps on the corridors of my empty heart, plans crumble like sand castles struck by waves of disappointment, but music remains, faithful like a dog that doesn't know how to abandon its master. Art listens to me with the patience of a confessor who never judges sins, stories hold me in their arms when no one else knows how to do it, they are my company in nights when loneliness becomes too heavy to bear, they are my light when darkness threatens to swallow me whole with its shadows. They may seem small and insignificant to those who live in the noise of the outside world, but to me they are everything - entire universes that fit in my open palm, they remind me that even in sadness the purest beauty can bloom, that even in solitude an unexpected and warm light can ignite. These small things are not small at all in the geography of my wounded and healing soul, they are my peace built with patience from fragments of beauty gathered over time, they are the only places where my soul can breathe freely without hiding, where I can be myself without apologizing for who I am in my depths. In every note, in every color, in every story discovered with quiet joy, I build a temple of peace where no one can enter without permission, where I can be vulnerable and strong at the same time, without fearing judgment, where I can understand that beauty is the purest form of resistance against pain.