Somebody always pays
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Complete Sun, Nov 16, 2025<5 mins
A haunting reflection on love, loss, and the unseen costs of our choices. Beginning with the quiet toll of hearts broken and debts unpaid, the poem crescendos into a shocking truth: sometimes it is the children who bear the weight of storms they never asked for. Lyrical, piercing, and unforgettable, it lingers long after the last line.
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