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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer


In deep shadows, I find my place, A heart that feels it must erase, Whispers tell me I'm not enough, I cry alone, life is tough.
Memories stay, clear and strong, Promises break, feelings wrong, Inside, a storm that never ends, A restless soul that never mends.
Turmoil churns, but here I stand, A fragile heart, an open hand, My mind races in endless loops, Trapped in cycles I can't break through.

— Curious Observer

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