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The Secret I Carry
No one would know it by looking at me. I laugh at the right moments.I tell the stories I am supposed to tell.I carry on with the ordinary rhythm of my dayswhile your name lives beneath my tongue. Even thinking it feels dangerous. You have become the secret room inside my heart.You are the place…
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The Inheritance of Survival
Why is it that when someone dies, we feel compelled to bury their ugliest truths alongside them? We sweep their failures beneath the rug, polish their memories until they gleam, and tell stories that soften the sharp edges of who they really were. The day you died, a part of me died with you. I…
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When Love Made Her Brave
She folded herself into corners,quiet as dust drifting through sunbeams. The world barely noticed she existed,and her voice was never loud enoughto rise above the scattered chatterof crowded rooms. She believed her presence left little morethan a footprint in wet sand,destined to be erasedby the tide’s inevitable return. Her dreams traveled as whispers,carried on summer…
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The Devil Reached Her
She was not taken in some violent moment.No thunder split the heavens.No crimson omen bled across the sky. She disappeared quietly-through the aching hunger to be chosenby hands that only ever reached halfway.Through accepting confusionbecause even confusion felt warmerthan the loneliness echoing through her hollowed ribs. She opened her heart freely,pouring herself into thosewho drank…
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