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I sit with the weight of futures, heavy in the palms of hands that sometimes shake. I dream of being the kind of father whose voice becomes a lighthouse when storms gather in a child’s chest — steady, unwavering, even when my own knees buckle. But some nights, the clock ticks too loudly. The medicine cabinet hums reminders of the parts of me I can’t fix, no matter how fiercely I love. How do...
“Borrowed Time”
Apr 29, 2025
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