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melaniehaddock5 :

I feel that

2026-05-11 00:32:47

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Diane Ferrara75 :

Your words came from inner thoughts, you tell my story beatifully! Bless you

2026-06-29 19:55:05

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Marie 😘😘 :

Yes indeed 💯.... please know the difference between handling it and surviving it.

2026-07-05 20:34:19

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LakotaNicole :

Amen

2026-08-22 03:36:32

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Isa96 :

FACTS!!!

2026-07-02 16:05:18

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Trish :

2026-07-03 04:56:29

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Jay Mozzieo Jason Marlow :

2026-07-06 03:07:02

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@cyn77777 :

I understand this, surviving is hard but it makes you resilient

2026-06-10 22:55:08

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Timothy Nelson :

💯🥰WOW, HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS?😳

2026-07-05 18:23:55

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Yadi :

Amen!🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️

2026-06-07 02:32:24

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Ace :

Amen

2026-06-08 14:50:47

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suzergirl :

Truth

2026-06-14 13:09:44

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Becky Moore Gen❌ :

so true

2026-06-20 00:06:46

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joanokash2 :

so true

2026-06-24 23:38:42

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BelleWanderer :

I agree

2026-06-16 22:28:43

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Maud D. :

❤️

2026-07-01 00:20:05

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Susie :

Wow

2026-07-10 00:54:56

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BRIGHT LIGHT💯 :

Felt your words so strong gave me a feeling of wanting to cry I held it back I feel this so deeply you just keep taking the words right out of my mouth I don’t speak about

2026-06-29 04:46:46

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jennHalf :

2026-07-05 14:38:31

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Baked.n.Beat :

2026-06-26 19:15:08

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Diane Ferrara75 :

It Just Hit

2026-06-29 19:51:18

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Bryan✌️ :

you are a gift👏

2026-06-29 10:04:19

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PWB :

Honesty its nice .

2026-07-03 02:22:52

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Jodi :

Amen

2026-07-05 16:01:55

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Jo Jo :

This so true !

2026-05-10 18:21:55

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He found the parked car near the edge of the road after walking until his legs no longer listened. There was no plan in it. No clever hiding place. Just a tired little body looking for something solid to lean against. The tire was warm at first. It smelled like dust, rubber, and the road. He pressed his head beside it and curled his body as tightly as he could, folding his thin legs under him so passing feet would have less to notice. Small stones dug into his skin. Dirt stuck to his face. His paws were worn and dark from days of walking over places that were never meant to be home. He did not sleep. Every sound woke him before his eyes had even closed. A truck passing too close. A door opening. A voice somewhere ahead. The scrape of shoes on gravel. Each time, his body tightened against the wheel. He did not run because he had nowhere left to run to. He only made himself smaller, as if being small enough might keep the world from asking anything more from him. Cars had become confusing to him. For a dog, a car can mean home. It can mean a ride with people he trusts. It can mean the back seat, a familiar smell, a hand reaching down without anger. But lately, cars only stopped long enough to leave him behind. So when he found this one standing still, he stayed beside it. Maybe not because he believed anyone was inside. Maybe because the wheel was the closest thing he had found to something that would not move away. His ribs rose under his black coat with every careful breath. There was dust across his forehead and dried mud along his legs. One ear rested low against the tire, and whenever the metal rim made a small click from the heat, he flinched like he had been called by a voice he almost remembered. People passed. Some slowed down. Some looked. Most kept going. He watched them from the ground, not begging, not barking, not even lifting his head all the way. His eyes did the only thing he still had strength to do. They followed every movement with a quiet kind of fear, the kind that comes after a dog has learned that people can see him and still choose not to stop. The road was not loud all the time. In the quiet spaces, hunger became easier to hear. His stomach cramped, then settled, then cramped again. Flies came near his paws. He tucked his tail tighter. Once, he tried to stand when he heard footsteps close to the car, but his back legs shook so hard that he lowered himself again and leaned his cheek back against the tire. That became the small rule of his afternoon. If the world moved, he froze. If the world went quiet, he breathed. He had not always been this quiet. There had been a house once. A gate. A place near the back where he waited because food sometimes came from there. He knew the sound of his family’s car before it turned into the driveway. He knew which footsteps meant dinner, which voice meant move, which corner was safe enough to sleep in. Then one day, they drove him away from all of it. He did not understand the distance at first. He only watched the window, the road, the familiar smell of people he trusted. When the car stopped, he stepped out because that was what a good dog does when people ask. The door closed. The car left. For a while, he followed the sound until it faded. Then he waited, because waiting was the only thing that still made sense. Days passed. Streets changed. Hunger made his body sharp and small. Fear taught him to stay low. By the time he curled beside that parked wheel, he was no longer trying to find his way home. He was only trying to stay near something that looked like it might not leave. And when the owner of that car finally came back, he did one small thing that changed the whole story. The rest of his journey is waiting in the first 🗨️ Below ⬇️

He found the parked car near the edge of the road after walking until his legs no longer listened. There was no plan in it. No clever hiding place. Just a tired little body looking for something solid to lean against. The tire was warm at first. It smelled like dust, rubber, and the road. He pressed his head beside it and curled his body as tightly as he could, folding his thin legs under him so passing feet would have less to notice. Small stones dug into his skin. Dirt stuck to his face. His paws were worn and dark from days of walking over places that were never meant to be home. He did not sleep. Every sound woke him before his eyes had even closed. A truck passing too close. A door opening. A voice somewhere ahead. The scrape of shoes on gravel. Each time, his body tightened against the wheel. He did not run because he had nowhere left to run to. He only made himself smaller, as if being small enough might keep the world from asking anything more from him. Cars had become confusing to him. For a dog, a car can mean home. It can mean a ride with people he trusts. It can mean the back seat, a familiar smell, a hand reaching down without anger. But lately, cars only stopped long enough to leave him behind. So when he found this one standing still, he stayed beside it. Maybe not because he believed anyone was inside. Maybe because the wheel was the closest thing he had found to something that would not move away. His ribs rose under his black coat with every careful breath. There was dust across his forehead and dried mud along his legs. One ear rested low against the tire, and whenever the metal rim made a small click from the heat, he flinched like he had been called by a voice he almost remembered. People passed. Some slowed down. Some looked. Most kept going. He watched them from the ground, not begging, not barking, not even lifting his head all the way. His eyes did the only thing he still had strength to do. They followed every movement with a quiet kind of fear, the kind that comes after a dog has learned that people can see him and still choose not to stop. The road was not loud all the time. In the quiet spaces, hunger became easier to hear. His stomach cramped, then settled, then cramped again. Flies came near his paws. He tucked his tail tighter. Once, he tried to stand when he heard footsteps close to the car, but his back legs shook so hard that he lowered himself again and leaned his cheek back against the tire. That became the small rule of his afternoon. If the world moved, he froze. If the world went quiet, he breathed. He had not always been this quiet. There had been a house once. A gate. A place near the back where he waited because food sometimes came from there. He knew the sound of his family’s car before it turned into the driveway. He knew which footsteps meant dinner, which voice meant move, which corner was safe enough to sleep in. Then one day, they drove him away from all of it. He did not understand the distance at first. He only watched the window, the road, the familiar smell of people he trusted. When the car stopped, he stepped out because that was what a good dog does when people ask. The door closed. The car left. For a while, he followed the sound until it faded. Then he waited, because waiting was the only thing that still made sense. Days passed. Streets changed. Hunger made his body sharp and small. Fear taught him to stay low. By the time he curled beside that parked wheel, he was no longer trying to find his way home. He was only trying to stay near something that looked like it might not leave. And when the owner of that car finally came back, he did one small thing that changed the whole story. The rest of his journey is waiting in the first 🗨️ Below ⬇️

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