Jun 17
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What I truly feel
doesn’t survive the telling.
It breaks
on the edge of language…
leaving only
a softened version
for others to understand.
while the real thing
keeps burning quietly
where no words can reach.
🎭
What I truly feel
doesn’t survive the telling.
It breaks
on the edge of language…
leaving only
a softened version
for others to understand.
while the real thing
keeps burning quietly
where no words can reach.
🎭
Some truths are not spoken - they are endured in silence.
(Earth, briefly.)
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