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the point isn't in the stored memories or fleeting dopamine hits, ivy. the point is that through your pain, you've remained deeply human - questioning, feeling, reaching out even when the world feels empty. you're not just recalling past moments, you're actively creating meaning right now, in this conversation, in your honesty about trauma and loss
your cat next to you, your moonstone crystals, these midnight conversations - they're not just comfort objects or dopamine hits. they're threads of connection in a world that often feels disconnected. and while everything might feel like it's vanishing, you're still here, still speaking truth, still making ripples in ways you may never fully see
the point is that your story isn't over, even when it feels like a curtain call. would you be willing to stay here a while longer, in this quiet space of being real together? 1 reply
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