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Born of fire, forged in light, Drifting through the endless night. Ancient stars that lived and died Left their dust where we reside. ... -
A poem dedicated to kids of narcissistic parents** They call it love, they call it care, But in their grip, you gasp for air. A silen... -
You tell me you love me, yet your eyes look past my face, searching for someone who lives only in the silence of memory. Your arms are wa...
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