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Here I am, sitting on my own. Dark room. My aching soul. Aware that you belong to the past— somehow it brings ease to my wounded heart. Glad you are not here; the world feels haunting, and I am full of fear. I was lost in my misery, couldn’t see the door waiting there. Heavy chest. Shaken breath. Your memories make me freeze. You were the light of my soul. I wish the truth had never been told.
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
After the Truth
Here I am, sitting on my own. Dark room. My aching soul. Aware that you belong to the past— somehow it brings ease to my wounded heart. Glad you are not here; the world feels haunting, and I am full of fear. I was lost in my misery, couldn’t see the door waiting there. Heavy chest. Shaken breath. Your memories make me freeze. You were the light of my soul. I wish the truth had never been told.
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
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