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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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Until we meet again

Some people leave in ways that time cannot explain.
Not with doors closing, not with final words—
but like a season ending too early,
leaving the air carrying their name forever.

I still look for you in ordinary places.
In the pause between songs.
In crowded streets.
In sunsets that stay a little too long,
as if the sky also forgot how to let go.

People say eternity is impossible for humans.
But they never tell you that missing someone
can quietly become its own kind of eternity.

Years pass.
You change.
You learn new roads, new mornings, new versions of yourself.
Yet somewhere inside, there is still a room untouched—
where your voice remains exactly the same.

And maybe that is hope.
Not waiting with sadness.
Not stopping life.
But carrying a small light inside your chest,
believing that somehow, somewhere—
in another city, another lifetime, another dawn—
our paths were never meant to end with goodbye.

So I keep one place in my heart unoccupied.
Not because I am lost.
But because love, real love,
doesn’t always ask to stay…

Sometimes it only asks to be remembered
until the day we meet again.
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