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There are moments when the world quiets; in those still hours, the unsaid words become louder than ever. I stand at the edge of memory, where love once thrived and regret now blooms. In the spaces between us, I find all that I should have done and wonder, if time could turn, would love
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After reading some of my work, my brother advised me not to dwell in misery. He suggested that I break free from this melancholic mindset and encouraged me to infuse optimism into my creations, suggesting endless possibilities and a brighter tomorrow. Taking his advice to heart, I present an updated piece below. This piece
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In the depths of despair, a soul cries out. This poem plunges us into the icy grip of loneliness, where a solitary figure drowns their sorrows in a bottle. The lines grapple with a relentless pain, a constant companion that stretches back through a life seemingly devoid of joy. As the world surrenders to
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