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I will write a poem each time I sink into sorrow.
This journal is but a convergence of stories I long to forget.
This journal is but a convergence of stories I long to forget.
Despair now floods this fragile soul,
Why must I bear this bitter role?
So cursed, so lost, so full of pain,
Too tired to try, yet bound by chains.
Too scared to leave, too weak to stay,
No light to guide me on my way.
Who'll show the path, extend a hand,
To one too wretched still to stand?
Why must I bear this bitter role?
So cursed, so lost, so full of pain,
Too tired to try, yet bound by chains.
Too scared to leave, too weak to stay,
No light to guide me on my way.
Who'll show the path, extend a hand,
To one too wretched still to stand?
July 13, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Despair now floods this fragile soul,
Why must I bear this bitter role?
So cursed, so lost, so full of pain,
Too tired to try, yet bound by chains.
Too scared to leave, too weak to stay,
No light to guide me on my way.
Who'll show the path, extend a hand,
To one too wretched still to stand?
Why must I bear this bitter role?
So cursed, so lost, so full of pain,
Too tired to try, yet bound by chains.
Too scared to leave, too weak to stay,
No light to guide me on my way.
Who'll show the path, extend a hand,
To one too wretched still to stand?
I sink into the depths below,
haunted by the past I ache to know.
Oh, how I was in days gone by—
so far from the one beneath this sky.
haunted by the past I ache to know.
Oh, how I was in days gone by—
so far from the one beneath this sky.
July 13, 2025 at 12:49 PM
I sink into the depths below,
haunted by the past I ache to know.
Oh, how I was in days gone by—
so far from the one beneath this sky.
haunted by the past I ache to know.
Oh, how I was in days gone by—
so far from the one beneath this sky.
Though the hand reached far,
it held only the salt of the sea.
Where the weary sank without escape,
no light — not even a flicker — ever came to be.
it held only the salt of the sea.
Where the weary sank without escape,
no light — not even a flicker — ever came to be.
July 13, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Though the hand reached far,
it held only the salt of the sea.
Where the weary sank without escape,
no light — not even a flicker — ever came to be.
it held only the salt of the sea.
Where the weary sank without escape,
no light — not even a flicker — ever came to be.
My soul belongs to another,
so does my breath—
what remains in me is only silence
echoing through an empty shell.
so does my breath—
what remains in me is only silence
echoing through an empty shell.
July 13, 2025 at 10:58 AM
My soul belongs to another,
so does my breath—
what remains in me is only silence
echoing through an empty shell.
so does my breath—
what remains in me is only silence
echoing through an empty shell.
To drift as a jellyfish in death’s silent embrace — a final longing.
July 13, 2025 at 10:56 AM
To drift as a jellyfish in death’s silent embrace — a final longing.
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