May 26, 2025
waiting
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One day, I thought and talked to myself without letting any sound escape from within me, hoping that maybe my heart would find some peace. Waiting for a word whose thought itself is like an endless road, where most of the time, the one who waits ends up defeated. Waiting for one person, one look, one hope. I wait, hoping that maybe someone will heal my wounds. There is a saying: “Don’t rub salt into my wounds,” but the one who became the balm to my pain was the very one who poured salt into my wounds.
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