my diary
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Ongoing9m
Last published Mon, May 5, 2025
"written between 1am and 5am, when the world was quiet and my mind was anything but."
this is not a love story - it is the echo that follows.
it is late-night reminiscing,
déjà vu in the faces of strangers,
and the ache of almosts that never became.
it is trying to believe that everything happens for a reason,
even when your heart is still stuck in the past.
a collection of unfiltered thoughts,
typed out in the quiet,
for anyone who has ever loved someone who left -
and still checked the door.
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