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Black bikini, It’s strange, this quiet weight we all carry, comprised of the unspoken thoughts, the almost-said feelings, the truths we hold close because they feel too fragile to share. We move through days, performing the scripts we’ve learned, while entire universes of experience unfold silently behind our eyes. Sometimes, I wonder if the deepest connections aren't made through shared words, but through the mutual, wordless understanding that we are both navigating our own invisible galaxies, hoping for a fleeting, knowing glance from another.Black bikini, It’s strange, this quiet weight we all carry, comprised of the unspoken thoughts, the almost-said feelings, the truths we hold close because they feel too fragile to share. We move through days, performing the scripts we’ve learned, while entire universes of experience unfold silently behind our eyes. Sometimes, I wonder if the deepest connections aren't made through shared words, but through the mutual, wordless understanding that we are both navigating our own invisible galaxies, hoping for a fleeting, knowing glance from another.
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