Where voices fade into silence, my ink speaks. Unheard, unseen, yet etched in words-whispers of a soul too heavy for the world, yet too restless to stay quiet.
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Story by MutedMifrah
Poesy of a Neophyte
A soul new to the ink, yet heavy with unspoken verses. Each word a step, each line a longing-this is the jour...