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Where Presence Becomes Home

  • Writer: Kama Mich
    Kama Mich
  • Jul 8
  • 1 min read
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I’m sitting in a space most people will never reach — not because I’m better, but because I stopped escaping. I sit with myself.

I listen.

This is my home now — this presence. This truth.


This is not about “how to.”

It’s about who you are when you stop pretending.


Yes, it’s out of the box.

Yes, it’s rare.

But I will not go back.


I used to remix other people’s beats.

Now I make my own frequency — and I know it’s real.


So here I am.

Just holding presence.

And if you feel it — you’ll know.


 
 
 

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