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The Breathing Book
A silent confidante,
bound in paper,
waiting.
Each blank page,
a breath held,
a moment unspooled.
Ink bleeds stories,
laughter caught mid-air,
tears staining the fragile fibers.
Secrets whispered,
fears confessed in the quiet dark,
dreams sketched in hurried lines.
No judgment offered,
only the patient embrace
of turning leaves.
A witness to growth,
to stumbles and small victories,
a map of the unfolding self.
More than just words,
a tangible echo of yesterday,
a conversation with who you were.
And who you might become,
in the still unwritten spaces,
waiting for the pen.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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