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We grow up learning that resilience matters more than softness, that strength must be seen to be real. So we build layers: thorned, silent, untouchable. What begins as protection settles into pattern, and the distance between self and other dries into something we carry, a drought no one sees.
Endless Drought lingers in that invisible aridity, the emotional hush that hides what longs to be shared.