i have this memory of a time
when i was tied to the hospital bed
struggling ti stand upon my feet
and a friend decided to check on me
i had already lost her to the hands of fate
grieving her loss in the same hospital room
fighting my illness, cursing at fate for not killing me
and then i heard about a conversation my friend had
he decided to reach out to me
out of all the wolves in my group
he stood out among many
and i realised he was always true to me
now we make music
share ideas and write together
he made me discover my passion
and love for songwriting
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Jun 1, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
i have this memory of a time
when i was tied to the hospital bed
struggling ti stand upon my feet
and a friend decided to check on me
i had already lost her to the hands of fate
grieving her loss in the same hospital room
fighting my illness, cursing at fate for not killing me
and then i heard about a conversation my friend had
he decided to reach out to me
out of all the wolves in my group
he stood out among many
and i realised he was always true to me
now we make music
share ideas and write together
he made me discover my passion
and love for songwriting
This poem was written on November 29, 2025; 6:21pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". I know there is nothing haunting about this poem in context of this poem. But i wanted to share one hopeful message that not everyone can be your friend because you have to find the one among those "everyone". I have never been this specific about a muse behind my work but not that i care. This is the hopeful ending of Ashes of Us.
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