Grief leaves its mark, quiet and sharp.
A bloom grows anyway, stubborn, unbroken.
Through the long nights that make you ache,
Love stays. Still. Awake.
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D-K_Amaranth
Dec 23, 2025 08:31PM
Ughhh I’m writing three different books and my computer updated and corrupted so now all my work is goneView all Conversations