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Unspoken

by khaali_qalam

Now I don’t know what to do anymo'. I am deep below my own trench, and still falling into the deep, dark below. Will I ever hit the bottom? The point where there’s no further down— only up? I know I feel like a clown. But still, No more confusion. No more sadness. Only hope and happiness, I guess. Peace of mind. With all the past behind. I feel lost. I don't feel like me. I feel like I’m falling. I feel empty inside me. - THE END - © 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh. All rights reserved.
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Written by
khaali_qalam
25 / M / IND
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Written by
khaali_qalam
25 / M / IND
Published
Jun 12, 2025
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24·98
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A poem from the heart of the fall—when you're too deep to see the surface, but still quietly holding out for light. Written from a place of despair, and maybe… the start of healing.

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#poemoftheday#mentalhealth#falling#hopelessness#healing#lost#identity#introspection#emotionaldepth#hopeamidstdarkness
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