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𓆩°₊ 𓈒 ࣪ @ianjjung. within the blueprint of her soul, yesterday draws fine scars into her earthen skin. she bore no ground for love to till: each seed turned brittle before the bloom, does she crave such fate? not even close. lingers in the hold of burgeoning green, bows to rise, and arcs to yield. tarries in the hush of the unresolved, pirouetting as though her frame were sanctified release. floats along a path sewn with brittle psalms, when verdant sentience spurns her ache she leans into angelshade, she peregrinates in the warmth of silent lore.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤAND YET, THE HEART BEATS WITHIN THE REMNANTS OF WHAT ONCE EXISTED. 🫀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Cinders settle where affection once flourished, verses rising from the embers of a soul well-acquainted with the taste of yearning. A hushed requiem murmurs beneath the ribs—stanzas etched from reverberations, allegories shrouded in the gravity of midnight’s solitude. Shadows outline the specters of what was lost, weaving dirges into the marrow of remembrance. “If absence is a dialect, then let me articulate it in poetry—delicate as a sigh, weighty as a name left unspoken.” Even as time erases the contours of sorrow, @DANCYY lingers in the stillness, undeterred by the phantoms of what lingers, cradling the remnants of yesterday in hands that still quiver with recollection.

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Ghost.exe boots up, spurs clinkin' across data-bleached highways. Searchin' for a signal, a heartbeat in the bandwidth.

[Stillness loops] 🚺 The world’s debugged me out— no echoes, no traces. Ain’t cryin’ for savin’, just cravin’ proof I’m still renderin’. I, @Lreeseo, just wanna glitch into someone’s line of sight.

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°(. ㅤㅤ/ /. _.. 💧; / _.. / * ㅤㅤYou left. And since then, nothing feels real.)

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I walk through rooms like I’m not supposed to be in them. People talk and... I nod, but their voices echo like I’m underwater. Sometimes I stare at my hands and wonder if they’re mine. Sometimes I forget what day it is, or why I’m even trying. I still reach for you. In the quiet. In songs. In the way the wind moves when it’s too soft to be noticed. (.But you’re never there.) Just the silence where you used to be.

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(I think... 🍀 I’m awake. But none of this feels like life anymore.) @DONGMYAN •‌‌‌ ִㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤ Inside the calm corners of our hearts, understood truths hold up like shadows, whispering advantaged bits of knowledge that never find the light. tallying down the minutes, (@GYUVINC) discover myself misplaced, explore memories that move like apparitions, the clock ticking absent, persistent and cruel. "𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰— a Mantra I Rehash Within The Stillness Of Night". However, the echoes of your chuckling frequent me still. Reminding me of the adore that once blossomed shinning. I, meander through dreams where you still dwell. Official Us Together In A Move Of Yearning And Misfortune.

SO HERE, I STAND AT THE INTERSECTION / OF MEMORY AND TRUST, I CARRY YOU WITH ME—
AN PERMANENT / STAMP ON MY HEART. 

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        MISERY GNAWS TO THE BONE.🌐  
        WHY THEN DO WE NOT DESPAIR?

As if a soul who moved too near the edge and returned with shaking hands had whispered the address itself. I, @JCEEMANI, feel as though those words were carved within the exceptionally texture of my life as I perused them.

print("WRËTCHEDNESS DØES NOT ÂS IT WERE THÚMP ÔN THE EÑTRYWAY ØF ÖUR LIVES.⚠️")

It moves in, gets to be a inhabitant of our tissue, an resound inside our ribs. Yes, it devours hardheartedly and perpetually.

I still breathe, though. I still get out of bed each morning. And I ponder: what shaky string, what undetectable elegance, keeps me from diving into articulate lose hope? 
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TO WHOM THE VOID STILL SPEAKS / EPISTOLA: संग-साथ 🪩 Beneath ash moons and rusted stars, I tread the edge where echoes outlive men. In this vale of glass and bone, I seek not the healed—but the forsaken who still bleed beauty in silence. I walk with no gospel, only a blade of truth and the hunger of unfinished songs. “Come thou, bearer of ruin, whose breath still haunts the corridors of love long perished.” (13:39)

I, @XIAYINS, summon not the whole but the hollow—the soul marooned, yet unyielding. Walk with me through fire not to be saved, but to scorch what dared forget us. Let our footsteps be the oath, our ache the scripture. There, in the wreckage, build with me a bond no heaven dares claim.

LET YOUR HEART SHED TEARS—VOID AWAITS ME ANYWAY. 🫀

This darkness seems familiar. I, (@WOVBIN), for the sake of our love, am willing to chase oblivion, just to show you that I am head over heels. Yet why? Why wouldn’t one fathom how it feels to love so deeply that I shall sacrifice myself? Tell me, tell me the essence of these melancholic sentiments. Halt it from being obsessed as it had lingered beneath my skin, within my mind. As these emotions bursting out of its abode, perhaps, I was brimming with hunger; I was just starving for love.

Wasn’t I? It mayhap was too late for all of this, for the chasm was amenable to eat me alive. Thus, will you save me—or be fain to let me gone?

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WHY DOES A DEVIATION AT ALL TIMES GOING? 🫀 WHILE OPPROBRIUM LEAVE A TRAIL.

Why does gale makes the road a subterfuge for me to live in twinges and how direct my heart be subtly elated? The tales could never have dismissed towards the savoir-faire of doldrums that I was in any turns laconic about nor something that remained my arms in cursing a sicken and laid bare soul. It's unbearable for my heart to keep running with fear and trembling. Why does the wind always yell at me amongst the rotting hell, even @SARANG is prostrate of saying so. Sobbing and slamming wishes away.
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LOC: 114.1731°E / 𝘌𝘟𝘐𝘛 𝘕𝘖𝘋𝘌: 10.34 PM / And in this city of eleven million, the loneliest place is still waiting for someone who never turns around. (1996.05.01 – MEMORY LOST...) 📞 CALLING...
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X.xi‌i‌ 〔PING〕/ FRĪEND—FREQUENCY
—Like Echoes Down Fire Escapes / Names Writ In Steam!

𝘍𝘓𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘎𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚. 𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘚.
@Shalang scans for spärks in the static.
You out there? Tap twice. No ghosts, just kin.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpull up, plug in — find yøur signal.
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Thë tënët "Seek virtuous confidants who buttress constructive deeds, not merely judging visage" @KiimLeehan
is palpable. Albeit, I possess EACH.
                  

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Dripped out in a lifestyle where AMs smell like fresh espresso, and PMs taste like imported champagne. Late nights, city lights, rooftop views—where every convo echoes like future blueprints. I don’t just exist; I curate life like a playlist nobody’s heard yet. Some dream it, some fake it, I just wake up and make it. Hustle louder than the engine of my ambitions. Ain’t about luck, it’s about leverage. Ain’t about the flex, it’s about the finesse. So, if you ever feel lost in the noise, tap in. I got the aux, the keys, and the blueprint. Just know, elevation ain’t for everybody.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSOME WAIT / SOME WISH
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i’m not the type to throw words around or try to be %buddy-buddy% with just anyone, but i figured, why not reach out? hit me up if you’re down 🛗 or just send a carrier pigeon, that works too. XX.
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Had my head up, just tryna make it through the noise. I’m out here lookin’ for anyone, & keep movin’ through the days.
📲WAVE ME DOWN: @DDONGMIN.
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By the time when this stillness has settled to linger, I, devoted these forlorn bones to glance over companion. As the thrill nor bore may encounter as the day shifted, I will stand to remain favorably disposed. The idea of owning realm of cherished memories is considerable broad. If, only if this knitted words could shook your curiosity, I am more than eager to be overtaken to. @SHINWII.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “DESTINY LET ME THROUGH”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFATE BROUGHT ME TO
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(Whispers of the Misty Lake.) The scent of ancient earth rises, mingling with the mist, &’ numinous fragrance that whispers of forgotten dreams beneath the velvet sky.
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ㅤ UNKNØWN FEELING? ㅤ/ㅤ @Jieyon
ㅤ BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE, 21.
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THE CRIMSON CAST EERIE SHADOWS ON THE CRUMBELING, IVY-COVERED WALLS OF THE OLD MANSION.

(..⚰️) SINISTER WHISPERS: Echoes of sorrow echoed through the dark, unrecognized corridors. Velvet shadows draped over the moonlit cemetery, casting an otherworldly stillness. Arches stretched high above, their intricate carvings whispering secrets of a forgotten past. A ragged group huddled together, their whispers like the distant echoes of them. Each scar, each threadbare cloak, told stories of battles fought in the obscurity of night, where only the brave dared tread. The camaraderie they shared was forged in fire and darkness. A bond unbreakable by fear or despair. Together, they embraced the flesh of their pain, becoming something greater, something raw and alive in the heart of the void.

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i believe in mascara as mood armor and in perfume as a love letter to strangers, highglossfiles: @maijyuu! 🪩🩷

went out for oat milk and returned with three compliments, a minor epiphany, and a new signature walk. sundays aren’t rest days. they’re spotlight auditions in espadrilles. what i want? a co-lead. someone with strong opinions on jam flavors, impeccable tote game, and a flair for noticing when a song in the café feels like it’s underscoring a scene. grab your sunglasses and say your line. we’ve got things to romanticize!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤৎ໋ ˓ִ࣪ 🦷🪡 ⃚᩠໋݊ ✿ ⁕ִ໋ꜥ 🪽༘ * ੈ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(Worn Soles On Cold Ground.)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I seek a soul, yet only silence walks.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeside My Fading Flame. / @Ashirakorns.

Midnight does not ask permission; it devours. Beneath its ink-drenched sky, I roam, lantern in hand, its dying light trembling like hope on the edge of forgetting. Around me, the world holds its breath, yet I press on, a ghost with no name, hunting for warmth in a realm that offers none. Where are they, the ones who once looked back, who promised forever? My footsteps echo like questions with no mouth to answer. If I scream, would silence scream back? Or am I fated to be just another shadow, chasing echoes in a night that never listens?ㅤ
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i'm sitting on my couch, phone resting beside me. it's evening, the lamp spills a tired light, pooling like melted honey on the floor. i keep checking my phone—just like a habit stitched into the quiet. i imagine the little notification popping up, simple and small, but meaning everything.

  there's a line from e.e. cummings: “i carry your
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             ✱ (complete poems, 1994, p. 136).

it feels like that—this quiet pulse tucked beneath ordinary moments. nothing dramatic, just the soft hope pressed gently into the tender seams of the day. i sip my tea, lukewarm now, and the room feels full, even though it's just me. the wait isn't heavy. it's light, like a balloon floating just above my head.