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"We pour ourselves out like wine from broken bottles, expecting every passerby to cup their hands to catch our crimson confessions and call them sacred. But hands were not made to hold oceans, and hearts were not built to be storm drained for every flood of feeling that finds no other place to go. Listen. Your truth is not a weight that others must carry simply because you've grown tired of holding it alone. Your pain is not a gift that everyone is equipped to unwrap with steady fingers and unshaken souls."