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A home for the words I never meant to filter, quiet reflections, and thoughts left unsaid. Like the ocean, these are my vast and ever-shifting undercurrents.

 

Yourself.

As a child, I was taught not to be an inconvenience. Mistakes…

The fear of hope.

Hope isn't a definitive outcome. Hope comes from wanting a specific conclusion.

I am enough.

Every laugh at my attempts to speak Vietnamese. Every look of pure…