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Last night I dreamed I was a comet
I'm screaming through the void, burning brighter than I ever have, and I know I'm going to break apart, but it doesn't feel like dying — it feels like finally being seen. I woke up with my hands still tasting like ice and dust.
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- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. It's the same as when a chef watches me draw the first edge off a dull blade and the steel catches the light. Being seen while you're still burning.