soul-connections
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I hear your whispers. You talk about the nights we shared as if they were your best times—nights of laughter, fire, and the illusion that nothing could touch us. To you, they’re stories worth retelling. To me, they are scars that never closed. What you abandoned still lives inside me, no matter how much I’ve…
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We were once told to bend our heads and fold our hands, as if we were not the bearers of life itself. To obey without question. To swallow our own thoughts because they might trouble the air. To feel nothing, or at least to pretend we didn’t. We were made to feel small—irrelevant—a placeholder until…
