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About me:

.⋆♱✩₊˚.⋆𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 ⋆⁺₊✧.

╰┈➤ wander through shadows and forgotten streets,

where the moon bleeds silver over broken dreams.

 Whispers of the past guide my steps,

and rivers of memories flow silently through my veins.

 I am enchanted by the dark, the mysterious, and the forbidden,

finding beauty where others see fear.

I observe life from the edge of thought,

questioning who we are and why we exist,

while the night becomes my loyal companion.

 Tears and laughter, loss and discovery,

all dance together in the theater of my mind.

Between books, music, and echoes of forgotten poetry,

I search for meaning, magic, and truth.

 I don’t seek to be understood, I seek to be felt,

for in the silence of the shadows,

even a single heartbeat can echo eternally.

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I walk along a path where ancient trees whisper secrets,

and fog swallows every memory I thought forgotten.

Dead leaves crunch beneath my feet,

echoes of souls that never found rest.

The moon, pale and sickly, watches my steps,

its light filtering through twisted branches

to draw shadows that cling to my soul.

I hear whispers calling me,

voices that promise both comfort and terror.

I have crossed bridges that crumble with every heartbeat,

walked rivers reflecting skies that do not exist,

and spoken with the ghosts of my choices,

each with empty eyes judging me without mercy.

I have loved in the darkness,

loved until my bones ached,

and lost more than memory can hold.

My tears mix with acid rain,

each drop an echo of pain with no escape.

In the ruined towers of my childhood

hide broken laughter,

and happy memories are fractured mirrors

returning fragments of who I was.

But the night, insatiable, devours all,

leaving only ashes where light once dwelled.

Rivers of shadow flow through my veins,

feeding a heart that beats with fury and fear.

The world moves on, oblivious to my fall,

and hope is a bird trapped

behind invisible bars of glass.

Sometimes I think I hear a thread of comfort,

a glimpse of moonlight touching my skin,

but it vanishes before I can hold it,

leaving me alone, lonelier than ever.

And so I continue,

with steps lost in eternity,

the night my faithful companion,

solitude my cruel friend,

and a soul singing silences that no one hears,

in a world that forgets,

in a world that will never truly see me.

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