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Fragments of a Living Body
„I've written more goodbye letters than I've received flowers. Wich is weird. Because I love flowers."
This is not a space for perfect answers or happy endings. It is a collection of the heavy, unedited thoughts that usually stay locked inside. It is about the exhaustion of trying on different identities just to fit in, and the constant, quiet ache of wanting to be known and loved without having to put on a show.
Across four chapters, these texts capture what it feels like to be trapped in a space that should feel like home, to desperately want to help others while accidentally hurting them, and to run from the silence just so you do not have to be alone with your own mind. It is about the frustrating cycles that keep repeating, and the suffocating weight of expectations you never asked to carry.
There is no forced resolution here, and no one is going to tell you how to feel. These are just the raw fragments of a body that hurts, a mind that struggles, and a story that refuses to stop.
A poetry collection for anyone who knows the feeling of being crowded yet completely alone. Basically just a collection of texts that I write at 3am. Leave your own thoughts and pieces of yourself in the comments.