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I’ve let go of a few things lately. Like, old versions of me. Or people who only loved the convenient parts. And dreams that no longer feel like mine.

I set them free not out from anger, but out of peace. Out of knowing I don’t have to carry what no longer fits.

Some goodbyes were quiet. Some were messy. But all of them made space for something softer. Something real.

Letting go isn’t losing. It’s choosing yourself.
Again and again.