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The Sanctuary of Hate

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🖤 Author's Note 

 I did not write these words to heal; I wrote them because they refused to stay silent. In the cracks of guilt, rage, and emptiness, poetry offered me a language my sorrow could speak.

If you find yourself somewhere in these lines bleeding, rebelling, or simply breathing in the ruins, know you are not alone.

May these verses hold a mirror to the quiet battles we never show the world .


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