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I didn’t earn the breath that woke me, or the pulse that carried me through years I never knew I’d survive. Life arrived as a quiet God-given gift~ placed in my hands before I knew how to hold anything, before I knew how fragile a heartbeat could be. Still it keeps unfolding, a soft mercy that meets me every new morning, reminding me I was given this world not to perfect it, but simply to live inside it with whatever grace I can give back.
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