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Waiting stretches time until seconds learn how to ache. An eternity disguised as a breath I keep holding, even when my lungs burn. Days pile up like dirt on my shoulders. I don’t move. I don’t ask. I just stay where you left me, believing stillness is proof of devotion. They say waiting is hope. But hope shouldn’t feel like decay like roots growing through my ribs, like my name fading into the soil while the world keeps walking. If this is what it takes, I will wait. Even if I soften, even if I sink, even if I rot quietly in the ground because some part of me still believes you’ll come back and call this patience love.
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
Still Waiting
Waiting stretches time until seconds learn how to ache. An eternity disguised as a breath I keep holding, even when my lungs burn. Days pile up like dirt on my shoulders. I don’t move. I don’t ask. I just stay where you left me, believing stillness is proof of devotion. They say waiting is hope. But hope shouldn’t feel like decay like roots growing through my ribs, like my name fading into the soil while the world keeps walking. If this is what it takes, I will wait. Even if I soften, even if I sink, even if I rot quietly in the ground because some part of me still believes you’ll come back and call this patience love.
waiting never ends
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
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