EMBER REMAINNS
๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐น๐๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ถ๐ผ๐ณ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ป ๐บ๐จ๐
Some of us never say it. Not because we don't feel it but because the words always felt too small, too late, or too much. We carry it instead. In the way we play a song nobody asked for. In the way we sit alone and still show up. In the way we love quietly, burn slowly, and hope that someone anyone notices the fire before it's gone. This piece is about that silence. The unsaid. The unheard. The part of you that kept going even when nothing made sense anymore.
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