Shreds_of_the_story
It doesn't start loud.
It starts with small things:
a thought you can't place,
a feeling that doesn't leave,
a silence that lasts too long.
RAW lives in those spaces.
Not quite breaking, not quite healing-just existing in between.
Nothing here is forced.
Nothing here is fixed.
Just pieces of something real,
left exactly as they were.
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