Iah lies, for the world she bloomed in sealed her within its darkest room. Now, she spins endless tales, whispering that somewhere, somehow, the world is beautiful, and one day, she too will be. She lies, not to deceive, but to dream. For in the silence, only words dare hold her, and only words can make her feel a little more like joy.
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Story by iah-lies
Mercurial Words
A compilation of fragmented poetry, born from silence, longing, and the chaos of a wandering soul.
