I Wish I Had
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Complete Sat, May 24, 2025<5 mins
Longing meets quiet fire in I Wish I Had, a collection of hushed regrets and brittle hopes. These poems explore the subtle pain of unsaid moments, unfulfilled loves, and decisions that linger like embers in the night. Every verse is a journey through the shadows of memory, where the heart longs for warmth, quiet, and the opportunity to change the past.
This is for everyone who has ever wished they had let go with less suffering or held on differently.
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