Sit with me for a moment. The city is out there, humming and glowing with a million golden lights, and you are here, wrapped in nothing but red silk, holding a glass of wine that is sitting perfectly in your hand. It is late. It is quiet. And for the first time in longer than you can remember, the silence does not feel like a threat. It feels like a deep, startling breath of fresh air.
You made it out. But the truth is, walking out the door was only the very first mile of a marathon you never trained for. You have spent years tangled up in a karmic toxic cycle.
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