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@YOONZ: You have given me a reason to finally find my purpose in life, hoping you'll regret and see how devoted I was, faithful enough for you to have trusted me. I fear you were aware of the abuse, though I admit I was a fool for you, revolving my whole life around you. Now, I'll have to endure grief, trying to let go of the past and the discomfort that lives inside me, filled with lies - A NEVER-ENDING BURDEN ON MY SHOULDERS. After all the pain I've suffered, I've been forgiven, but staying with you was the worst part of my life. Oh, to be loved and not abused, to be understood and heard, seems impossible nowadays without having to suffer first, doesn't it?
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      ”DELICATE THE ETHEREAL WORLD..”
        IN THE CERULEAN CLOUDS SEEMS TO BEAR.

Soothing presence serves as a poignant
reminder of the transience of epoch gratitude
for The Moments That Have Silently Rewrite.
Envelops the cosmos to sacred the ether' Connecting Happiness Within the core of the
soul as a vibrant ever-thriving flame.
Warmth momentarily calmness an essence
words can encapsulate an overwhelming
sense of serenity pervades as though one is hallowed space of remembrance, evoking the ephemeral bliss once illuminated the days,
imprints in the fabric of ceaseless time
&. within the adorned mind's fertile.

(SWADDLED; ‘&.) MEMORY RECESSES @WCONYOUNG ONWARD SOUGHT A SAVOR HUMBLES.
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ㅤㅤ ༺𔕙༻ㅤ ✽ㅤ * Beneath Golden—ㅤ ૂ𓋼 ..
(0.00*}ㅤ ♪ · ˚⁠ ㅤEmbrace of sunlight that caresses horizon, she treads softly; (. 💧🪷 “Allowing velvety grains of sand..” &. To whisper warmth against her bare fee.ㅤ 𓎅𝄚𝅥 ㅤ˙ ㅤ𝅄

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(I am not the prodigal daughter, @Heavenism.) I do not seek redemption, nor do I return. I was never the one to turn my back on what was right, but I always knew that what was right would never hold me. Oh, how I’ve been bound by a hand that seeks only to tear? She has blessed me with nothing but agony, and I have accepted it as my own. But I offered what remained. / And still. / Nothing was enough. I kneel, not in reverence, but in defiance. I let Her strip me bare, let Her carve Her judgment into my skin. Her hands do not falter, nor does Her hunger wane. I am neither Her child nor Her forsaken, I am merely what She leaves in ruin. And still, I kneel. / Not to worship. / Not to pray. But to offer what remain is left.
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(MY TORMENT NEVER DIES.): I won't dry-rot the despair that I had inwards. / COULD YOU AGREE?

My broken heart did not determine the deep-rooted sense of misfortunes I lived with, amongst the souls made me bounce in an impossible felt of guilt, until my rebellious heart was engulfed and then eaten raw. I might miserable to clasp the bogus warmth, it whole forlorn. How could I live with such uncertain tranquillity? I ought received a sides and prostrate myself to be fulfilled and blown as Black-Goat did afore. (Been Seen The Demise Burns) / I merely embosom my firm of phases.

IT DRAWS MY DEATH, @SOOINKlM.

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Memory as my pining palms. Wine and psalms beneath the back of an old lover's atonement. I touch the space enclosed in our mounting and I make peace that only these lips can live well with your living. No one touches your bones the way I immortalize your spine: hot, restless, resisting. I mean that it's mine, and don't you understand?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your lovers has to hold me first in order to know you. These lovers has to kill me thrice in order to keep you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎Memory as the fine
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ atonement of a ( claw-
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ curling awe-gripping )
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ memory apart from grief.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ A sin too young to filth,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mud so thick I flinch. 👁️‍🗨️

With a blood so mean, I wish that would choke.
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HAUNT ME UNTIL THE NIGHTMARES FEEL LIKE HOME. / (@EUNCHAES.)

Linger in the hollow corridors of my mind, Let your shadow stain the walls I once called my own. Carve your name into the marrow of my being so even in ruin, I will not forget. 

Drag me through the echoes of what we were.
Through the whispers that gnaw at my bones,
Through the empty spaces where your voice once lived, 
Until the silence no longer feels like loss. 

Turn my dreams into a graveyard of memories─‌─ Bury me beneath the weight of what remains and let your presence seep into every darkened corner until I can no longer tell where you end and I begin. 
And when the night comes, as it always does, wrap around me like a ghost I no longer fear. 
Let me sink into the abyss of you, 
Until the nightmares feel like home.
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My hands are all crimson-stained by the pomegranates. I devoured hungrily, seeds to other seeds, nibbling on something forbidden. It smears upon my clean cloth, and I perceive myself as tainted as if I am no longer / pristine / unripe as the offerings to the filthy ground. My tongue is desiring more leaps of faith between wound and sorrow that herd me inside the hollow. Nonetheless, once bitten, and it was all withered to death while I am still latching on to the prayers. Will I ever pick up the scattering seeds?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ echoes of a forsaken heaven.

in the depths of an abandoned cathedral, where fractured moonlight seeped through shattered stained glass, a celestial lament whispered through the hollow halls. time had forsaken this sanctum, yet the remnants of divinity lingered feathers strewn upon the marbled floor, their once-lustrous sheen dulled by sorrow. a lone figure knelt beneath the cavernous vault, her silhouette carved against the dim glow of waning twilight. her wings, tattered and marred by fate’s cruel design, quivered in silent agony. the air, thick with the scent of rain and ash, bore witness to a love lost between divinity and ruin.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ㅤ   beneath the weeping heavens, an angel
ㅤmourned in the cradle of decay: @ljisu. 🫀🪽
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THE MARKS THAT YOU LEFT, STILL CRAWL ON ME. / @NOGOCHAN. /
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I'm trapped in these sheets, I can feel you on my skin. You created a flower that blooms in my lungs, and while it’s beautiful, I find it hard to breathe. I scrub my skin so hard that I begin to bleed, questioning if this pain has become a part of me. When faced with life's burdens, these weights can become overwhelming, and the heart longs for reassuring companionship.

(.HELP ME / FIND THAT PAGE.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Descry! The aforementioned lassie brimming of mystery, yet her poem can exhibit numerous chattels yond she doesn't divulge…

Her alluring poem encompasses a multitude, enthralling the globe. Even when displaying her loveliness beyond the castle walls, she invariably commands attention. Endowed with numerous merits, she invariably attains her desires. Each aspiration perpetually triumphant, countless endeavors realized.
{❦} Subsequent to employing her artistry, she consistently composes on exquisite parchment, each verse seamlessly integrated, possessed of uncanny talent. Her radiance renowned – bestowing elation upon all. Her ambiance exceedingly amiable, her renown beckons many to seek her companionship. Her winsome comportment and benevolent nature, a lodestone for all.
Preeminence immaterial, yet her prowess astounds the entire sphere.
☾.. Signed @Sunngkyung, An indelible pledge.

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The mirror weeps with silvered breath, whispering truths I dare not name. Beauty—this wretched, thorn-laden crown—presses into my flesh, each petal laced with unseen agony. I have bled rubies for loveliness, stitched my soul in gossamer lies, yet the world only sees the porcelain mask, not the fractures beneath. My skin, a fragile mausoleum, houses the echoes of every sacrifice, every silent scream buried beneath rouge and rapture. Beauty is not for the weak; it is a cruel, exquisite torment, and I am its willing martyr.

THE INEFFABLE LUSTER WROUGHT IN EPHEMERAL GLANCES. / @SUILUEE.
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Wah, mulai rese nih schedule message... Bentar...

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SHATTERED VOWS AND ECHOES OF DEVOTION: A LAMENT OF LOVE TORN ASUNDER BENEATH A MOON OF FORSAKEN PROMISES (&.) @HUSSSEY / 21. 🫀

”Do you ever wonder,“ she whispered, tracing the rim of her glass,
”How love can rot from the inside out before you even taste the poison?“

Heartbreak etched itself deep, leaving an ache that lingered like an old scar. Yet even among the ruins, hands reached through the darkness, ”kindred souls familiar with loss, fluent in the silent language of sorrow.“ Solitude became the first refuge, a place to retreat like a wounded creature convinced that no one could truly understand. But some remained. They appeared in the quiet spaces where grief settled, in the moments when laughter felt impossible, offering presence instead of empty words.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a heart adrift, longing for ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤthe warmth of kindred soulds
ㅤㅤ ㅤa haven where loneliness ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤdissolves into unity. 𑣿

the silence bears down, as though the world has erased all memory of my existence. an insatiable longing stirs within for the solace of fellowship—a hand to clasp, a voice to pierce the stillness, a presence to banish the shadows enveloping my heart. salvation is not the desire but rather the yearning to be acknowledged, to be heard, to be truly understood. there’s a craving for the reassuring weight of another’s presence close by, a sign that even in the bleakest moments, @phamk's not truly alone.

the flicker of human presence is the only beacon sought to pierce the encroaching void. my soul aches for connection to reach into this abyss and pull me back to the light. i seek not rescue but a shared existence, a bond to dispel the endless emptiness.

(As the whispers of soft winds effortlessly stroll, cherry blossoms twirl.) / With their ethereal allure, radiate captivating beauty when they flourish in spring. This occasion is a symphony of the natural world, where the gentle zephyr generates the sound of descending petals, imbuing significance into each drifting cherry blossom crown. This marvel inspires us to appreciate the splendor of nature. Let us honor the elegance of cherry blossoms as a symbol of aspiration and necessity. Each spring, the trees ready themselves to offer a canvas for a transient masterpiece, while delicate pastel-hued petals waltz through the atmosphere, crafting an enchanting ambiance. Moreover, cherry blossoms also exude a delightful fragrance, conjuring hope and reminiscences as the petals commence their descent. Oh, why are you so exquisite and ephemeral? Do you wish to remind us to savor every moment? @GOMAJIJ / YOU ARE AN UNFORGETTABLE BEAUTY.

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Trudging here and there, endeavoring to perceive a confidante to aid all the torment, let him find an escapism from the hodgepodges and jumbles that has been trapping the critter. Ineffable with the demesne, never a friable fragment to be despised. Not robustness or adroitness involved just to be a comrade of the avant-garde vengeance, petrified of the elysian—fields also tremendously welcomed. Perhaps you have anything to fluoresce, just drag yourself to the midst of @ANTXN.
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HALOS Break. WINGS Rot. THE SKY Not CALLS MY Title: @YUYUVHA. 🪽

ㅤSEEN THIS ANGEL? Once, I was light. A psalm woven into presence, a part of holiness carved from endlessness itself. Presently, I am destroy. The sky have spurned me, cast me into the pit with no title, no kindness. My wings charred, worn out, useless drag behind me, overwhelming with the weight of what I've misplaced. I don't keep in mind what warmth feels like. As it were the cold remains.

I starvation. Not for bread, nor water, but for something remote more awful. Confidence. Trust. The flashing coals of conviction in those who still whisper supplications into the dull. I take it from them. Drink it. Eat up it. 𑣿


FALLEN,ㅤWHOㅤASKSㅤFORㅤTHEㅤSPURNED?ㅤWHOㅤGRIEVESㅤTHEㅤUNREDEEMED?
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(“FLOWERS WILL FADE ’& FOLIAGE WILL DRY ” / 🫀.) I Recognized That Darkness Envelops Not Merely As An End, But As A Necessary Chapter.

I couldn't help but reflect on how cruel existence could be, where blossoms would wilt and leaves would wither, reminding me that even as a minstrel sings tales of glory, death remains an inevitable companion, thus weaving despair into the fabric of our lives. When bloodied memories flooded my mind. @DONGMHIN: I— grasped the truth that every heartbeat carries whispers of mortality, and while beauty may flourish in brief bursts, ultimately it succumbs to decay, teaching me that acceptance lies in embracing the transient nature of all things.

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LAMBENT HUSH POOLS BENEATH
THE IVORY SPIRES OF RUE. 🪽📂

mist-limned eaves cradle the hush where the garden begins, wreathed in the breath of cypress and fading heliotrope. the wrought-iron gate, laced in rust and half-swallowed by ivy’s slow ache, shudders beneath the weight of an unseen wind. somewhere beyond, a brook murmurs its argent script into the loam. carnelian boughs scatter their aureate ache across the ebon-slick pond, trellised roses spill into the lattice of fern-bound stillness.

a lone chair, spine fluted in carvings of myrtle and vine, stands sentinel upon the garden’s threshold. beside it, a half-spent candle slumbers in a brass holder, its wick blackened by the breath of evenings long since extinguished. further in, the path, once cobbled in symmetry, meanders through the undergrowth, its stones half-swallowed by moss and wayward bracken. past the hedgerow, where the orchard wanes into the hush of open field, an old conservatory sighs & inside, wooden shelves bow beneath the weight of brittle tomes, their spines bleached by time’s indifferent hand. somewhere beyond, a chapel bell tolls: @minjai! 🪷 ₊˚ˑ
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( love. / ♡ ) there was a cherubic being who tumbled from the heavens due to the sorrow of losing his cherished wings. as a result, he was compelled to become a strawberry–farmer! 🪷 @quanriui.

౨ৎ he was still quite unfamiliar with everything, feeling dazed and a bit blue. every night, he would whimper and wonder why things had to be this way. one day, he received a envelope that read: you won’t progress if you don’t seek help! ♡.. this made him stood up excitedly, filled with a goal to find lots of camaraderie! together, they could create and munch on delightful strawberry shortcake. 𑣿 /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ
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