i pour disappointment over ice let it sting let it chill as old lessons rise with every bitter sip. heartache has a flavor not sweet, just sharp— cold. tonight i drink to something harder: not letting "no" become my truth not giving validation the final word. i raise my glass to being enough here, even without the win and let it reflect me right back.
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Amazing this!