Maze
You keep asking what's wrong.
I say "I'm fine"— choking on the word I really wanted to say: you.
You were the reason I cried in the dark, but also the one who held me after.
The pain? You gave it. The comfort? You offered that too. And maybe that’s the worst part— I never knew if I was healing or hurting more.
Now I’m in this maze, walls closing in, every turn leading back to you.
No exit signs. Just echoes. Just me.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Published: July 1st, 2025 14:17
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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