Today, I felt like a stranger in my own life.
My room whispered stories I no longer remembered, my reflection stared back with unfamiliar eyes, and even my own smile felt borrowed.
I went through the motions - talking, laughing, pretending to belong - but inside, I was wandering, searching for the person I used to be.
The world felt heavy, yet distant, and every familiar corner of my life seemed painted with someone else’s colors. I wondered… when did I drift so far from myself?
But maybe that’s the strange beauty of it sometimes, we have to lose our way to truly find it again.
And even if today feels foreign, I hold onto hope that tomorrow, I’ll meet myself once more, whole and familiar, with open arms.
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My room whispered stories I no longer remembered, my reflection stared back with unfamiliar eyes, and even my own smile felt borrowed.
I went through the motions - talking, laughing, pretending to belong - but inside, I was wandering, searching for the person I used to be.
The world felt heavy, yet distant, and every familiar corner of my life seemed painted with someone else’s colors. I wondered… when did I drift so far from myself?
But maybe that’s the strange beauty of it sometimes, we have to lose our way to truly find it again.
And even if today feels foreign, I hold onto hope that tomorrow, I’ll meet myself once more, whole and familiar, with open arms.
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