The Loneliness of Knowing Too Much

There’s a quiet kind of grief that comes with awareness—when you see injustice clearly, name it out loud, and realize most people would rather look away. In this raw reflection, I explore how knowledge, truth, and emotional depth can isolate you—and why I choose to keep speaking anyway.

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