There’s a silence echoing deep within me,
It speaks in whispers, but never makes a sound.
Each feeling is a fragile layer,
I touch it — and then, I lose it again.
At times, I feel I’m not a heartbeat,
But the echo of one that faded long ago.
Every bond feels like a mirror,
In which I fail to see myself.
I’ve tried loving myself countless times,
But always returned with someone else in my arms.
Tired now, of chasing those reflections,
That only led me further away from me.
And yet…
A small flame still flickers,
Faint — but unyielding.
Perhaps that is who I truly am.
Like the last line of an unfinished verse,
Incomplete, yet honest… and wholly mine.
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