I wake up, still tangled in yesterday’s shadows.
The world presses in too hard,
but I’m already used to that weight.
I don’t fight it anymore.
I just exist -
drifting through the cracks of my mind,
sitting between memories and uncertainty.
There’s a storm inside me,
but it’s the quiet kind.
The kind that doesn’t shout,
just moves,
leaves scars that never heal,
yet somehow, they...
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