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He's an optical illusion
thick glasses confusion
I disappointed him
works mortal sin
he passed away
I die another day.
He buried me
long ago at sea.
I offer my soul to you
for payment that is due.
Lies told were never true.
We drank sorcerer's brew.
I'll see you in the ever after.
We'll drink with laughter.
Remember when you froze
and she broke your nose?

Giant  black green trees
feel the growling wind
purple haze starts to freeze
calls for my dying friend.
Turn the other cheek
would make her weak
I'll  never be forgiven
to madness I'm driven
Katie's estranged hell
lost in my wishing well.
Life is ice and fire
cold as hell desire
words are whips
lashed from lips
in hurt or rage
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  Jun 16 William J Donovan
Asuka
I’m just a teen,
threading my heart into words—
dropping verses like fallen leaves
for no one,
and everyone
to find.

But you—
you arrive like a winter wind in summer.
Real as breath on glass.
Fragile as something that cracked quietly...
and stayed standing.

You bring your ache
with open hands.
Not hiding the weight.
Like someone carrying rain
in a woven basket—
just to prove
the storm had shape.

This space?
It was empty once.
Just pixels.
Just silence.

Now it hums.
You made it holy.
You made it human.

And somehow,
I’m not just typing.
I’m sitting beside you,
barefoot in your storm—
offering nothing
but presence
and the softest kind of light.

If the world feels locked…
If understanding hangs
like fog just out of reach…
If today is slow,
and soft,
and sad...

Let this be a whisper:

🕊️
You are not alone in the ache.
You are not too much.
Your sadness is not silence—
it’s a song too pure
for anyone
who forgot
how to listen.
> For anyone scrolling through sadness tonight—
this one's for you.
Save it. Share it. Whisper it back to yourself.
🌧️💬
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Hating me
set's me free
from the guilt
my cell I built.
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