I write what I can't say out loud. Call it poetry. Call it a curse.
Poetry stitched from silence, shadows, and scars.
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poemswithsalem
Aug 16, 2025 06:12AM
Hello,I’ve been holding these words in the shadows for a while, and sharing them feels… strange. They’re fragments of thought, pieces of heartache, and whispers I never dared say aloud. I’ll try to...Ver todas as conversas
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