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Sometimes the past sits on my shoulders, heavy as a winter sky, and I feel the cold of every night I thought I was alone. I learned to keep small fires inside me, to light them quietly, so they wouldn’t startle anyone else. A laugh, a memory, a rhythm— tiny sparks in a world that wanted me to be still. I carry them still, these little fires, proof that I survived, proof that even when the storm rages, a small flame can guide the way home.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC
Anonymous_Flame
Little Fires in the Dark
Sometimes the past sits on my shoulders, heavy as a winter sky, and I feel the cold of every night I thought I was alone. I learned to keep small fires inside me, to light them quietly, so they wouldn’t startle anyone else. A laugh, a memory, a rhythm— tiny sparks in a world that wanted me to be still. I carry them still, these little fires, proof that I survived, proof that even when the storm rages, a small flame can guide the way home.
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