I write, I feel, I fall-lost in words that whisper too loud. Each descent is a secret, each rise a quiet struggle. In the silence, I search, never certain if I'll find my way back.
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Jul 31, 2025 11:04AM
The nightmare’s been on repeat for weeks. I wrote it down, hoping it would let me go—it didn’t. I’m no storyteller, but I tried. If it brought you comfort, then maybe it was worth it.Посмотреть все беседы
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Fᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ Bᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟɪᴇs
𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽.
ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs
𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?
Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
the last entry of the old me.
Started: March 23, 2022
Finished: October 30, 2022