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Sometimes it seems like everything is in place - the smile, the conversations, even the phone charges on the first try. And inside, it's as if someone took the furniture out of the apartment and left only an echo. You seem to be alive, you seem to be functioning, but every thought is like a step down an empty corridor. It's echoing, lonely, and not very clear where you're even going. And it's not a drama, not an offence - just tiredness, neatly wrapped in "everything's fine." A smile like armour, jokes on schedule, and only in silence does it suddenly become clear that the strength to hold on is running out. But where something breaks, something new usually begins to grow. Between the lines, you can hear not defeat, but the quiet breath of hope - as if someone has finally stopped running and simply allowed themselves to be.