I was created with the curse
to see beauty in everything.
the way light falls,
the way shadows linger,
the way the world breathes.
yet when I look at myself,
there is only silence,
only absence,
only the echo of what I cannot find.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
I was created with the curse
to see beauty in everything.
the way light falls,
the way shadows linger,
the way the world breathes.
yet when I look at myself,
there is only silence,
only absence,
only the echo of what I cannot find.
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