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Short Story · September 2026

You Write

An open handwritten journal on a warm rustic wooden desk with a fountain pen

Some things are too heavy to carry, but too real to ignore.❣️

So you write.
You write because you want to keep those feelings somewhere— not because you are weak,
but because some things deserve to exist somewhere outside your mind.

Maybe writing doesn’t make the weight disappear but it just gives me a place to stay.