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🄵🅁🄰🄶🄼🄴🄽🅃🅂 🄾🄵 🄼🄴
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I sit with thoughts, heavy yet light,
A soul stitched together by shadows and light.
My words spill softly, like whispers in rain,
Each one a thread of joy or of pain.
My heart beats loud, though silence surrounds,
Its rhythm a language where depth is found.
The mind, a storm, yet calm at its core,
Seeking to write what was unwritten before.
Emotion flows like rivers untamed,
Through valleys of strength, through scars unclaimed.
Physically here, but my spirit transcends,
A seeker, a dreamer where no path ends.
I see me in fragments, yet wholly alive,
In the chaos of thoughts, I watch me thrive.
This is my canvas, my story, my art,
A glimpse of the soul in my unwritten heart.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʀᴀᴡ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs.
