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I don’t lean anymore. I stand right at the edgeand let it look back at me. You ever noticethe edge doesn’t beg? It doesn’t rush you. It just waitslike it already knowshow the story could end. I used to be afraidof what I might doif I stopped caring. Turns outnot caring isn’t the danger. Clarity…
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They call it separation because slow emotional vivisection doesn’t fit on court forms. Divorce is just demolition with a sense of humor so dark it laughs while you’re still inside the building. We didn’t drift apart. We went to war over forks, lamps, and a couch that smells like old arguments and Febreze. Turns out…
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After the Reckoning 