i always had, unknowingly, a part of me that never healed from what it did to me.
i kept everything buried for years, avoided the topic like i was about to be the one buried.
perhaps because, in those moments,
something inside me truly died.
and so, after that death, i slowly began to forget the part of me that once existed.
emptiness became a part of me, its roots engraved so deeply within me that i never questioned their existence.
it hit me on a random tuesday,
as memories came flooding back,
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leaving me all alone in the deep unknown.
but one special star was above me,
a melody telling me to trust.
so i reached for that star,
and finally, i began to breathe.
its light filled the emptiness,
its warmth brought back that something
i never knew i had lost.
