Rituraj Bora

One more piece: 
          
          DEDICATION: 
          "For the ones called weak
          when they were simply never trained." 
          
          "Walls built so damn high" 
          
          They wrapped me in cotton,
          called it love.
          
          Built walls so damn high,
          even the winds couldn’t touch me.
          
          “Stay inside,” they said.
          “The world is cruel.”
          
          So I did.
          I fucking did.
          
          Now my hands shake at open doors
          and they look at me
          like I’m broken glass.
          
          Funny, isn’t it?
          
          You raised someone in a bubble, then
          spit words like lazy, soft, unprepared.
          
          You fed me comfort like poison
          & now you’re mad that I’m addicted.
          You held the knife
          & cut the world away,
          then asked why I didn’t bleed bravely.
          
          I never learned how to fall
          because you never let me jump.
          
          I never learned how to fight
          because you fought for me.
          
          So don’t stand there, disappointed,
          asking why I’m afraid of the dark.
          
          You’re the ones
          who never let me see it.
          
          I’m not fucking weak.
          
          I’m just untrained.
          There’s a fucking difference.
          And I swear—
          I’ll step out.
          I’ll stumble.
          I’ll get bruised & fucked over & lost.
          
          But DON’T YOU DARE
          shame me
          for surviving the shelter
          you BUILT
          & then decided
          to set it on fire.
          
          — Youngest daughter's Rage

Sorry for the delay. 
          
          
          DEDICATION: 
          
          For the ones who mean “home” to me. 
          even when I step back,
          even when I grow quieter.
          
          
          
          
          "What I couldn’t say out loud"
          
          I do not hate you.
          Please believe that.
          
          If I step back,
          it is only to protect the quiet
          where I make sense of myself.
          
          I need space… not from love,
          but from the noise
          that forgets I am allowed
          to be my own person.
          
          You remind me of all the things
          you did for me,
          and I carry that gratitude gently,
          yet sometimes it feels heavy... 
          like love that asks
          to be repaid again and again.
          
          Being the youngest was never a choice.
          
          Still, I learned early
          how to feel sorry
          for simply needing care.
          
          When I give back,
          I give with sincerity,
          even if my hands are imperfect.
          
          But my efforts are often measured
          by what I miss,
          not by what I try.
          
          Your words don’t break me.
          They teach me to be quieter.
          To expect less.
          To stand still
          without asking to be understood.
          
          And yet, you are my home.
          All of you.
          Nothing you do
          can undo that truth.
          
          I love you all without conditions,
          even when I’m misunderstood.
          Even when I retreat.
          This is not distance.
          
          This is me learning
          how to stay
          without losing myself.
          
          — still loving…
          Your Youngest one ✨️

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hey guys!!! sorry authors pls delete if bot allowed but i was wondering if you would take the time to read my ongoing book and give me some advice. It’s my first time writing a book like this and i’ve worked very hard on it. I’ll attach the blurb and the story - much appreciated!! 
          
          FLORENCE AND I 
          written by may taylor 2025
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405001354?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=maytaylorsb0oks

https://www.wattpad.com/story/391411714?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_preview&wp_uname=rituPoet
          
          New poem :) 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/397622270?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=rituPoet
          
          With this ending of Vol 2 I'm saying goodbye to Ancient Arms :) 
          
          

hey!! you are back after a long time...how was your exams?

Happy new year!! :D

Sorry if this is a bother!
          
          In ancient myth, the River Styx marked the boundary between worlds - a shadowed passage where souls left the living behind and stepped into fate itself Even the gods feared its waters, swearing oaths they dared not break. To cross the Styx was to embracetransition. truth. and the unshakeable laws of destiny.
          
          Now, we invite vou to make that same crossing.
          Step beyond the ordinary. Leave the familiar shore.
          Enter a realm where stories carrv weiqht, choices
          echo, and every creation feels carved into myth.
          This is your passage. This is your oath.
          
          Welcome to Styx.
          
          https://discord.gg/TaGsBGyuUa
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405425945?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=_kimseojun

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