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Some stories

Some stories are well hidden on the attic, 

secretly written on a diary or simply

well-kept on the mind of its owner.


But I’m not a keeper, I’m a storyteller.


I strongly believe that if my story can

change the life of even one person 

than it is a story worth to be told.


Putting yourself out there & 

being vulnerable is scary, I tell you.


Because you give everyone the exact card 

to use against you. Your trauma, your 

feelings, your sacred secret and

your deepest fear.


But the upside is, you can 

connect with them on a deeper level. 


Because who knows?


You might have a shared experiences or the same insights or simply, you guys just

run on the same frequency.


Then tada, you got a friend in me.


Sharing is never about the story, you know.

It’s about the share of feelings. Which by

the end of it you’ll feel lighter, happier,

matter. You feel understood and 

finally, you will realize that 

you’re not alone.


You’re not alone.


Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 28 Oktober 2024.

Hari Senin, pukul 1 pagi.

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