shadow love

  • The Bed I Made

    This is my voice—the one you didn’t want to hear. The one you said tore holes in your calm, wounded your ego (you called it your heart), and echoed too close to your truth. I am the voice you silenced while pretending to listen, the one that whispered wake up while you slept soundly in…

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  • Reach for Me

    They will whisper about the nights they long to remember—nights lit with laughter, reckless desire, and the illusion of freedom. They will call those their best times, yet their stories are only masks to hide the truth: nothing good ever came from what they abandoned. They cling to shadows of the past to make the…

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