Poetry
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I wrote one final message to her. Not out of desperation, not to win her back, not even because the silence had become too loud. I wrote it because some things need to be said — not for the other person, but so your own heart can finally exhale. The message was sent months ago,…
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A quiet lament written in the immediate aftermath of letting go – when the world still carries your warmth, but it is no longer for me.
