I remember how your shadow found mine, as though the night had always intended us to become one silence. You touched my scars like they were sacred things, not wounds to mourn, but constellations wait
I don't want another almost. Another lesson. Another person who teaches me how to survive only to leave me learning how to heal. I've had enough beginnings that ended before they ever became a story.
And whispered of the grief within.. No watchful eye observed my fall, No hand reached through the gathering night; Each hidden tear, each swallowed word, Was buried far beyond their sight. The world s
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