The Place My Soul Already Knows

Someday, my world will no longer be just four walls and a closed door. I will wake up to a space that belongs to me, where the morning light spills through windows I chose. I will wander through hallways in oversized sweaters, coffee in hand, and let fresh air fill the rooms. I will sit under the night sky in my own backyard, counting stars instead of ceilings.

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There will be no need to ask permission—no waiting, no hesitation. Just freedom. 

I will survive long enough to have that. I owe it to myself.