Tag: silent struggles
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If I were gone
July 23, 2026 I do not mean the kind of gonewhere flowers gather in the rain,or names are carved in weathered stoneto whisper softly of our pain. I mean the quieter kind of gone,where footsteps simply cease to fall,where no one turns to call my namebecause I wasn’t there at all. No shadow stretching in…
NurseSheGirl 