Elegy for a Stray String
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"There was once a sound inside me - small, aching, real. He heard it. Then broke it. Now all that's left is the echo."
They say silence is safer.
But I remember how I used to tremble when he touched me - not from love, but from how close he stood to the places I kept locked.
Now the music is gone, and still the string hums under my skin - forgotten, snapped, his.
This is not a story about healing.
This is a story about remembering what it felt like to be unstrung.
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