43 | unwritten

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Been staring at this page for far too long. The blinking cursor cursing me to move on.

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All the words have escaped me, leaving me blinded by passion. The thoughts in my head are going nowhere, unable to take shape and form.

In my restlessness, I keep insisting on writing and rewriting how i feel. Unsure whether to say it out loud... or simply let things take its own course.

I know I've fallen and have fallen hard, breaking every piece of me apart. Between sleep and waking the pain sweeps in, mocking me for not leaving.

Now I'm waiting... perhaps for my soul to finally find its way home. I have lingered too long, and I fear I am far beyond redemption.

I whispered a secret many seasons past to a star, distant and beyond my grasp. But sometimes, I could hear the echo in the stillness of night.

My heart bleeds for the truth that I cannot speak... for the words that will remain unsaid. I would never lie, if only you'd ask.

If only the heart can learn to unlove. If only I can unwrite what destiny has fated us.



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