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Before the first death came, I was everything at once. I was whole but didn’t know it.Wore myself, like borrowed clothing. Spokewith someone else’s voice.Dreamed in shapes too small for my body.They said, 'Find yourself.'But I was everywhere. In every compromise. In every ache. In every smile that didn’t reach my spine.I didn’t lose myself all at once. I died in moments. In fragments. In whispers. Thirty times-each softer and more necessary than the last.This is not a story of survival. This is a story of shedding.Of saying 'No, not this,' until what remains feels like truth.If you are here, reading, reaching-you’ve died a few times too. And if you haven’t, you will. But don’t be afraid.Sometimes we have to disappearto become visible.
