I am not these charts. I am not this anxiety. I am not the walls of the city where I’ve been stuck. The world took 6 years of my time, but it couldn't erase who I am. My story won’t end at a trading terminal. It ends in my garden, under the Italian sun. I am coming back. Slowly,

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