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The throat tightens. Thumbs strike glass, spilling the ugly, bleeding mess I’ve been choking on for weeks. I stare at the block of letters— the anger, the begging, the open nerve. My finger hovers. My chest caves. Whatever feelings rush through me, the fear of the after is always louder. I hold the backspace key, watching it eat the honesty, letter by letter. The screen goes dark. The room goes quiet. I am left sitting here, heavy with everything I couldn't say.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
Said Within The Unsent
The throat tightens. Thumbs strike glass, spilling the ugly, bleeding mess I’ve been choking on for weeks. I stare at the block of letters— the anger, the begging, the open nerve. My finger hovers. My chest caves. Whatever feelings rush through me, the fear of the after is always louder. I hold the backspace key, watching it eat the honesty, letter by letter. The screen goes dark. The room goes quiet. I am left sitting here, heavy with everything I couldn't say.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
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