The end was never easy,
haunted by memories of that torment.
A hollow space grows wider each day,
threatening to consume
my timeless integrity.
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PoetryWords become voices-emotions unsaid, woven in threads of poetry. Feelings hold meanings, dreams unfurl, their echoes lingering, soft and surreal.
Timeless
The end was never easy,
haunted by memories of that torment.
A hollow space grows wider each day,
threatening to consume
my timeless integrity.
