I write because there are things that can't be said out loud-thoughts that linger in the back of the mind, too heavy, too blunt to fit into everyday conversation.

There's something about uncertainty that makes everything else feel more real. Not just suffering, but the quiet, volatile truths buried under what's considered acceptable. Writing, for me, isn't about answers. It's about realisation, following a thread until I find something worth holding on to.
  • JoinedMarch 26, 2025


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Am I? by Nisharasvelora
Am I?
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We bleed on paper by Nisharasvelora
We bleed on paper
''We bleed on paper'' cause there's nowhere else to put it.
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