I don't write to be seen. I write to be felt.
Every word I spill carries a weight I can't say out loud.
This isn't for the algorithm--it's for the ache in my chest,
for the joy I can't contain,
for the love I never confessed.

If it reaches someone, I'm grateful.
If not, that's okay.
The page heard me.
And sometimes, that's enough.


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