I prefer piano music.No, that does not make me cultured.No, I am not rich.No, I did not grow up taking piano lessons in a polished living room while adults discussed stocks and summer houses. And yes, my office and study area sounds like elevator music.Soft. Repetitive. Predictable. And f*ck you, that’s exactly how I wanted it to be. Piano music

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I wish I could talk the way I could write — calm, precise, and unafraid. But maybe silence and ink were always my native tongue, and speech was just a language I never fully learned. There are moments when I sit quietly, words tumbling freely in my head, forming lines that could have silenced a room or rescued a conversation.

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