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Thoughts spill, unbidden. Words stream, unimpeded. Like a creek, unbroken. Shan’t we be entwined, elsewhere— in this lifetime, in this dimension; if not here, if not now? Lest we be apart at all, drawn and woven into the shared tapestry of our existence: for the years that have yet to find us, for the remainder of what time allows, for the long becoming of us. Years buried, dulled into quiet mundanity; yet see what stirs when you arrive. Will my bedridden heart still miss a beat, or has it hollowed into obscurity, after time long gone? 9 years was all it took To injure and imbue this scarred psyche With an ordeal prolonged; marked permanence— one you caused, exposed, left unresolved, and chose not to close. What you left festering; was never mine alone. The damage remains— and it shall remain yours. For I have survived what you refused to heal. By all means, go ahead and carry forward your open ended. May you forever, for all eternity of your afterlife, carry what you refused to face— me.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
9 Years.
Thoughts spill, unbidden. Words stream, unimpeded. Like a creek, unbroken. Shan’t we be entwined, elsewhere— in this lifetime, in this dimension; if not here, if not now? Lest we be apart at all, drawn and woven into the shared tapestry of our existence: for the years that have yet to find us, for the remainder of what time allows, for the long becoming of us. Years buried, dulled into quiet mundanity; yet see what stirs when you arrive. Will my bedridden heart still miss a beat, or has it hollowed into obscurity, after time long gone? 9 years was all it took To injure and imbue this scarred psyche With an ordeal prolonged; marked permanence— one you caused, exposed, left unresolved, and chose not to close. What you left festering; was never mine alone. The damage remains— and it shall remain yours. For I have survived what you refused to heal. By all means, go ahead and carry forward your open ended. May you forever, for all eternity of your afterlife, carry what you refused to face— me.
Thanks to Kang Yuna, at last; I’ve been freed of the ghost whose name is irrelevant. P.S.: I put the dot on the title to mark the end of this nearly a decade of ordeal.
ShannonSoeganda
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29/GQ/Jakarta
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
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