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One More Step Sometimes I wonder how many times I've almost given up, how many mornings I woke up feeling tired of trying. How often I whispered that I couldn't do it anymore, yet somehow found the strength to face another day. There are moments when the road seems endless, when every little step feels smaller than the last. I watch others reaching places I'm still dreaming of, and wonder if perhaps I'm simply moving too slowly. But then I think about everything I've already survived. The disappointments, the mistakes, the unexpected turns, the days when I had nothing left but a little hope, and still managed to find my way through the darkness. Maybe courage isn't always about being fearless. Perhaps it's getting up when nobody sees you fall, trying again when your heart is full of doubts, and believing that even the smallest steps matter. And tomorrow, if life feels difficult again, I'll remind myself that I don't need to see the finish line. I onl...
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It brings me closer to you

It Brings Me Closer to You

The quiet hum of midnight traffic  
filters through the cracked window,  
carrying your name like a secret  
no one else can hear.  
I close my eyes and let it settle  
in the hollows of my chest—  
it brings me closer to you.

A single coffee cup, still warm,  
sits on the counter where your hands  
last lingered, thumbprint faint  
on the rim like a promise.  
I trace it with my fingertip  
and taste the same dark roast  
we shared at dawn—  
it brings me closer to you.

Across the miles, your voice arrives  
in pixels, laughing at some small thing  
I said weeks ago. The screen glows  
soft as your skin under lamplight,  
and suddenly the room forgets  
its emptiness. Distance dissolves  
into pixels and breath—  
it brings me closer to you.

Even the rain tonight  
knows the shape of your shoulders,  
how it used to slide down them  
when we stood on the porch,  
unwilling to go inside.  
Every drop that taps the glass  
is a footstep returning—  
it brings me closer to you.  

And when sleep finally claims me,  
I carry the echo of your heartbeat  
tucked beneath my own,  
a small, stubborn flame  
that refuses the dark.  
No matter how far the morning stretches,  
this ordinary ache  
brings me closer to you.
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