This was me. A me that loved, that smiled, that tried.
A me that broke, hoped, and held on.
But this is no longer the mirror I want to see myself in.
I won’t save these memories—not because they didn’t matter,
but because I no longer want to carry them forward.
Let this be the funeral of a version of me,
and the beginning of something unnamed
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
This was me. A me that loved, that smiled, that tried.
A me that broke, hoped, and held on.
But this is no longer the mirror I want to see myself in.
I won’t save these memories—not because they didn’t matter,
but because I no longer want to carry them forward.
Let this be the funeral of a version of me,
and the beginning of something unnamed
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