THE FOOTNOTES OF A GHOST

THE FOOTNOTES OF A GHOST

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 5, 2025
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*"Some wounds don't bleed. They fester in silence, tucked beneath a smile, buried in the marrow of your bones. You don't feel them until you're hollow, until the echoes of what was scrape against your ribs like rusted nails. I used to think heartbreak was loud-shattering glass, slammed doors, screaming into the void. But real heartbreak? It's quiet. It's the weight in your chest at 3 a.m., the way your own name starts to feel foreign, the way mirrors stop reflecting someone you recognize. He was here. Then he wasn't. And somehow, the absence of him is heavier than his presence ever was. I am not healing. I am dissolving."* ---
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falling in love is like falling in an endless pit, you dared to jump in the name of risking everything, you gave your all, and depend to the love you believed was there, and somehow, it is the time where a cold fragmented ground of isolation started to form beneath the so called endless pit, forming on the sacrifices you gave, the care you offer, the light you shine to the person you love. now the only thing that keeps you floating is him, keeping the gravity away from you, the gravity that held you to the feeling of falling deeper to the feeling of an imaginary float. then one day, you lost him, you lost the only thing that is holding you to place, without the gravity you fear. your back hit the ground, your heart shattered in a million pieces and punctured your lungs that you couldn't breathe, the gravity is too much that you can't move or stand, you stayed there and let it devour you, you became miserable, you let the sadness eat your rotten flesh until youre a forgotten fossils of a skeleton of a sunken city. -Remy Detera

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