the answer to my prayers.
It's the healing of my heart.
It's the missing peace in my life.
And it's the calmness in my soul.

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I dream of escape, of slipping away from myself, but I am shackled by my own existence. There is no salvation. No hand to reach out and pull me from this suffocating spiral. I am sinking, inch by inch, into the quicksand of life. Each moment drags me deeper, stripping away the last traces of who I was, leaving behind nothing but an emptiness—a hollow space where once there was something, someone. Soon, I will be gone, leaving only a void where my soul used to be.

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Each night, I cease to exist, and every morning I am forced back into being, only to confront the relentless weight of what has come before. I attempt to cast aside the remnants of my past, yet the burden clings to me with a crushing persistence. It pulls me down, over and over again. And though I rise, it is not with strength but with desperation, crawling towards a future I cannot see, a void that swallows everything without mercy. There is no promise in what lies ahead—only the gaping maw of uncertainty, like a beast waiting to consume what little of me remains.

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There exists a profound loneliness in this world, so vast and unyielding, that it lingers in the sluggish crawl of time itself, evident in the lethargic sweep of the clock’s hands.

Human beings, weary and worn, are scarred—whether by the presence of love, or its gaping absence, each wound a testament to the weight of existence.

It’s a loneliness that seeps into the very marrow of life, where hearts are either broken by the burden of too much affection or crushed by the void of none at all.

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Fading hopes

Life is slowing, drifting to a halt.
Soon, I’ll be frozen in place,
watching the world blur past
in streaks of light.
It’s getting harder to keep pace,
harder to catch my breath.
Hold me close, just for a moment.
Let me anchor myself—my thoughts,
my dreams—before I’m swept away
into the void, a storm of chaos
born from my own restless mind
and fading hopes.

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Lost in time

I am not here, not anymore. A part of me lingers in the past, tucked away in a quiet corner of my heart. If you look for me, you'll find me there—escaping the future, dancing with shadows of the present. I go there to slow down, to rest, to breathe in the warmth of what once was.

Sometimes I visit to find pieces of myself; other times, I go to forget. It’s a realm that belongs only to me—a sanctuary of my memories, my moments, my time. Yet, even when I return, it is only me I find—lost, alone, in a world that has long moved on without me.

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holding hands under the stars,
knowing you could walk away
but choosing to stay because
their presence feels like home.

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Dreams yearn to soar,
Feathers, hope engage,
Freedom's call implore.

Wings clipped, skies ache,
In the cage's cruel reign,
Yearning hearts quake,
Dreams, silent refrain.

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a cold breath brushed
against my neck,
yet there was no one there
but the darkness,
swallowing me whole.

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Akin to a gentle breeze that caresses the skin, my summer love story taught me the delicate dance of passion and tenderness, leaving behind a warmth that lingers in the quiet corners of my soul.

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