Marisela G
Caterpillars are not yet butterflies.
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A small preview of “The Process”
As I sit in the quiet of the dimly lit room, the glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the cracked walls. My eyes, once filled with hope, now hold a deep sadness, a sadness that is hard to describe, even harder to share. The silence is comforting in its own way, but it Read.
