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Those who survived the deadly blows of life,
and the collapse of all they trusted.
Don’t cry anymore.
They’ve traded tears,
for silence.
No joy stirs them.
No sorrow shakes them.
They know too much.
They’ve seen the truth:
nothing stays.
Not warmth,
not promises,
not even pain.
They walk among us,
quiet
like ruins.
Surrounded by crowds,
they remain alone,
Survivors
wearing the stillness
of what nearly killed them.
🏛️
Some scars don’t scream, they whisper through silence that never ends.