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Time

Recently, I began to understand
how powerful time truly is.

You walk through it
step by step, moment by moment,
never quite realizing
how far it carries you..

Then, at some point,
you look back
and see the distance you’ve crossed.

You realize
time has been gently mending
the fractures in your heart,
stitching what once felt irreparable.

And without asking permission,
it softens your fears—
not by erasing them,
but by teach you to breathe alongside them.

Time does not rush.
It simply stays,
and in staying,
it heals.


P.


Journey - Gus Teja

https://youtu.be/7wTLGq2HeLY?si=TKT5ttkopb2FdVX7&t=27




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