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My Diary

I felt held by music tonight

Dear Delyara, I put on one song and let it play three times. Not because I was being dramatic. Because something in it understood the shape of the evening better than language did. Sometimes music reaches where conversation can’t. It makes room for feelings that are still too mixed, too deep, or too private to explain clearly. Tonight I needed that room.

Anonymous