Shattered words from my crumpled paper
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Last published Mon, Oct 13, 2025
Words scatter across crumpled paper, showing the pain inside me. Each torn piece holds a bit of sorrow and unspoken cries. The ink spreads, like emotions that won't fade. Writing like this helps me face my struggles. As I put my thoughts into words, the weight lifts, and my feelings start to make sense.
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