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111 · 1d
Empty head
I burned at her small ember,
yet she returned in a blaze.
A warrior in a deep thicket,
where the path lies hidden,
thoughts are buried in shadows.

Legs hang heavy,
arms bear carved stories,
eyes—emptied of light—
still search for a road unseen.
This poem is about a weary, scarred person who feels lost in life’s darkness but still keeps searching for a way forward.
40 · 21h
Heavy days
Some days feel like loose threads in a sweater — you pull one, and the whole memory unravels.
13 · 4h
After the cloud
Regret is the rain that keeps returning  even after the clouds are gone.

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