And you? You were the reason I didn’t stop. Even when the road cut deep. Even when my eyes burned from sleeplessness. “Wbttnak” — I stayed up for you. Not because you asked, but because some loves don’t know how to rest.
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There are moments that don’t make sense until you live them. Like waking up before dawn, not because you want to, but because something inside you refuses to sleep. You dress in silence. You step into the cold. And you ride — not a horse, not a train — but your own sharp edges. And you