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The streets stretch empty, silent but for my footsteps— rhythmic, restless, kicking pebbles that go nowhere, like me. Smoke curls from my lips, a ghostly whisper dissolving before it can answer the questions I never say aloud. The night doesn’t scare me— I’ve made peace with shadows, with streetlights flickering like old dreams. But the darkness inside? That’s a beast with my name on its tongue. I walk faster, as if the wind might strip me clean, as if somewhere ahead, there’s a version of me who knows how to stop running. But for now, I take another drag, watch the ember burn, and keep moving.
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
Walking the Edge
The streets stretch empty, silent but for my footsteps— rhythmic, restless, kicking pebbles that go nowhere, like me. Smoke curls from my lips, a ghostly whisper dissolving before it can answer the questions I never say aloud. The night doesn’t scare me— I’ve made peace with shadows, with streetlights flickering like old dreams. But the darkness inside? That’s a beast with my name on its tongue. I walk faster, as if the wind might strip me clean, as if somewhere ahead, there’s a version of me who knows how to stop running. But for now, I take another drag, watch the ember burn, and keep moving.
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Kuch_baatein_khud_se
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24/M/india
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
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