Sad
03/06/2025
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JΙΝ RUΝCΔΝDΞL (𖤐ΚΙΝG ΘF ΚΙΝGLΞSS WΘRLD𖤐)Novice Poet
What i used to be
I miss the guy I used to be— he laughed, he lived, he carried himself. Now he just break, he got hurt, he fall, he doesn't feel anything at all. He cannot eat, he cannot sleep, he dragged his soul through pain too deep. No smile, no rest, just endless night and a fading echo of the light.
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JΙΝ RUΝCΔΝDΞL (𖤐ΚΙΝG ΘF ΚΙΝGLΞSS WΘRLD𖤐)
Novice Poet
9 poems written
Red Roses58% • 42%Blue roses
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