What Remains
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Last published Fri, Sep 5, 2025
What remains of me is not what I used to be. Some days I feel like I know everything-every crack, every silence, every betrayal etched into my skin-and yet I walk through life as if I understand nothing at all. I grieve what I've lost, but I'm furious that I ever cared in the first place.
They say time heals, but I swear it only sharpens the edges. I laugh when I'm supposed to cry, and I cry when I should have grown numb by now. It's almost comical, the way life bruises you while pretending to teach you lessons. Black and white, they call it. But I live in the blur in-between, where rage and sorrow sit side by side like old friends who hate each other.
This is not a story of victories. This is a confession of fragments, a map of scars, the irony of surviving when survival itself feels like another wound. And yet here I am, telling it-because what remains deserves to be remembered, even if it hurts.
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