Accepting the Ambiguity - As I sat and looked at him speaking, his words became muffled sounds, like the distant bass at a nearby concert. My eyes glazed over as I stared into the distance, where clarity seemed to increase with each step further away, yet the world in front of me remained blurred. It didn't matter anymore what he said—the reasons why, the promises of "never again," or the twist of blame.
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Accepting the Ambiguity - As I sat and looked at him speaking, his words became muffled sounds, like the distant bass at a nearby concert. My eyes glazed over as I stared into the distance, where clarity seemed to increase with each step further away, yet the world in front of me remained blurred. It didn't matter anymore what he said—the reasons why, the promises of "never again," or the twist of blame.