gothic reflection
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You stand there with a blank stare in your eyes, a ghost of the power you once held. No one is listening anymore. No one cares to hear the cry of the one who cried wolf too many times. The room you built with your voice has become a tomb, and every echo only reminds…
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They never asked where you came from. They walked into your abyss blind, as if it were their right to wander through a cathedral of shadows they could never comprehend. They claim to know you—your face, your laugh, your surface—but to know you truly, would they not first need the story of how you got…
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We stand at the confessional before a stranger who will never become our friend, baring sins that should never have been spoken into air. Some truths were meant to rot in silence, some names never to pass across the lips of certain company. Letters strung together summon ghosts, dragging us back into a moment in…
