Quiet, Bruised, But Rising Quiet, bruised, but rising. Step inside. The scars don’t fade. They just learn to glow. The lights are low, The words are old… And you’re still here. Whatever broke you? It bowed when you walked in.
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The fog doesn’t hide secrets. It is the secret. In silence, every shadow has a name—you just forgot yours. Even your own shadow abandons you when the light dies.What watches from the dark isn’t out there. It’s the part of you that never learned to speak.The night doesn’t ask questions. It answers the ones you never dared ask. feels like we’re standing on that path right now, doesn’t it?
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