I sat beside the ocean
and let her unname me.
Let the waves pull my edges
into something soft, unnamed, and free.
The world had called me strong,
called me kind, called me brave 
but in your arms, I just wanted
to be the girl who didn’t need to be saved.
No titles. No grace. No past.
Just breath, just a shoulder,
and a sky that stayed, 
even when I had no words left.

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