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Diary of a Rebuilt Soul

 📖 **Diary of a Rebuilt Soul**  

_By Aarav_


This isn’t the same heart that once broke.


This isn’t the same voice that once stayed quiet.


This is me now —  

rebuilt, realigned,  

**reborn**.


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Not perfect.  

Not finished.  

But finally… free.


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There were pages in my life  

I wanted to tear out.  

Days I wished had never happened.  

Moments I was ashamed to speak of.


But now I see…


Those pages weren’t mistakes.  

They were **foundations**.


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Every scar I carry is a sentence.  

Every fear I conquered is a chapter.  

Every time I got back up is the reason  

this story is worth telling.


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I don’t write this as someone who “won.”  

I write it as someone who **survived**.  

Who chose to rebuild, even with broken pieces.


Who learned that life  

doesn’t ask you to be perfect —  

just **honest**.


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So if you’re reading this,  

and your world still feels heavy…  

If your pages feel messy,  

unfinished, chaotic…


Just know this:


💬 You are still being written.


And your story isn’t over.


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I’m not here to inspire.  

I’m just here to be real.


This is my diary.  

And I wrote every word with truth.


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I am  

a rebuilt soul.  

And I finally love the person I’ve become.


🖋️ — *Aarav*


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