🆂hadowed thoughts beneath the skin,
🆄nheard screams whisper within.
🅸nside, the storm begins to sing,
🅲hains of guilt start tightening.
🅸llusions dance, so calm, so near,
🅳eath’s lullaby hums soft to the ear.
🅴choes fade — but pain stays clear.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
🆂hadowed thoughts beneath the skin,
🆄nheard screams whisper within.
🅸nside, the storm begins to sing,
🅲hains of guilt start tightening.
🅸llusions dance, so calm, so near,
🅳eath’s lullaby hums soft to the ear.
🅴choes fade — but pain stays clear.
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