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Sep 10 · 35
Far
Far
Bunch of scratches, still worthy.
Aug 28 · 68
Untitled
I am out in everything…
Aug 15 · 223
After the cloud
Regret is the rain that keeps returning  even after the clouds are gone.
Aug 14 · 99
Heavy days
Some days feel like loose threads in a sweater — you pull one, and the whole memory unravels.
Aug 14 · 168
Empty head
I burned at her small ember,
yet she returned in a blaze.
Aug 13 · 801
Thicket of silence
A warrior in a deep thicket,
where the path lies hidden,
thoughts are buried in shadows.

Legs hang heavy,
arms bear carved stories,
eyes—emptied of light—
still search for a road unseen.
This poem is about a weary, scarred person who feels lost in life’s darkness but still keeps searching for a way forward.

— The End —