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.View all Conversations
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Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
the last entry of the old me.
Started: March 23, 2022
Finished: October 30, 2022