Ember,
once beautiful kind of rage, burning until nothing was left,
leaving me in the midst of ashes—breathless, empthy hands
your pain lingered long, standing in ruins i never asked for, carrying wounds, though i refused, though i wept,
yet, the fire never truly died, still flickers, faintly within the ash
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Flame,
once like a fleeting dream, a warmth that lasted only for a moment
your dazzling light shooted me, for a time, i believe in radiance
but doubt blew in like wind—you dimmed, fragile, vanish—easier remembered as a feeling, as though you had never trully been
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Light,
so soft, so steady
not burning, not scattered, but showing me your quiet strength, holding my hand tightly,
you hold whats broken in me, yet, within your gentle glow, i found home,
and whitin your silence, i found shade
with you, i dont just survive,
i live, again,
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