ðŸŽ
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.
ðŸŽ
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
ðŸŽ
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.
ðŸŽ
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