A new city, no one yet
Everyone already has their people.
New cities, fading friendships, lonely marriages, empty festivals and quiet Sundays. Write it down, and let someone out there write back.
Loneliness isn’t a flaw. It’s a signal, and you’re far from the only one feeling it.
Everyone already has their people.
Weddings, kids, jobs. The group chat went quiet.
Two people, one house, no real conversation.
The days when everyone else is somewhere.
Kids abroad, a partner gone, days that don’t end.
Endless scrolling, no real connection.
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