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Feb 18. 2026
I carry messages no one wants to say aloud. I stand politely between two storms. I translate tension into ‘let’s circle back’ I belong to both sides And fully to neither. Call me the elegant middle child.
Feb 18. 2026
I carry messages no one wants to say aloud. I stand politely between two storms. I translate tension into ‘let’s circle back’ I belong to both sides And fully to neither. Call me the elegant middle child.