February 22, 2026

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Dear Stranger, 


I don't write here much anymore, I'm not sure why, staring at the blank canvas feels daunting nowadays. Another thing I'm not capable of facing I suppose. But still I feel the sun, and isn't that lovely? Still I touch with ease, and isn't that freeing? Still I watch eyes open, and isn't the view wondrous? I walk on the same paved streets as them, dance to the same music and laugh at the same jokes, fall for the same beauty and cry at the same heartbreaks, wake to the same sun and break at the same sins. I'm still drawing their shapes and memorising their songs every day of my life. After everything, I still love them the same. And isn't that a testament to my strength? Isn't that proof of the battles that didn't kill me? Isn't there pride to be had in that? 


- C



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Lydia Rose ✓
Feb 22, 2026 · 95 views

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Lydia Rose 8h ago

@L STOP IT YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY 😭 i genuinely dont think anyone has evet described my writing like that, you've definitely given me a boost in confidence haha ✨ i really look forward to reading more about your life stranger 💛

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L1d ago

Wow. I've only read a couple of your entries so far, but I already feel confident in saying that you are truly a unique talent. Your writing style is captivating, relatable, gut-wrenching, and beautiful- all in one. Well done, and thank you for sharing. I hope you return more often, and continue to share your work. It's art, and art deserves to be shared with the world. -L

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Lydia Rose Feb 24, 2026

@MoonlitRuin Thank you friend that genuinely means a lot 💛

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MoonlitRuinFeb 23, 2026

This is so beautifully written! I felt the pain and the pride.. as well as the hesitation. My hope for you is that the words and the motivation both return for you. Be well!

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