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his days pass quietly, yet his mind never rests.
people see him as calm, even composed,
but inside, he is searching for something he can no longer name. β© β
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β learning how to be independent.
but in truth, he is grievingβ
not only the person he lost,
but also the version of himself that existed when that person stayed.
he isnβt empty, heβs just unfinished.
trying to remember who he was before everything broke. π³
ββ½β a teenager who walks forward without knowing where he belongs, π
his days pass quietly, yet his mind never rests.
people see him as calm, even composed,
but inside, he is searching for something he can no longer name. β© β
βhe doesnβt talk much about himself anymore.β
βhe avoids mirrors for too long.β
βhe loved someone more than the world.β
βand losing them took a part of him away.β
βΌβββββ π£π many believe he is simply growing up,
β learning how to be independent.
but in truth, he is grievingβ
not only the person he lost,
but also the version of himself that existed when that person stayed.
he isnβt empty, heβs just unfinished.
trying to remember who he was before everything broke. π³
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surrounded by things that no longer belong to anyone.
the most familiar place for me is still the same room,
but your laughter no longer lives here.
only silence, and objects that refuse to forget you.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € your jacket
γ €still hanging quietly
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € your scent
γ €wonβt leave the air
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € memories
γ €are the cruelest remains
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β . my days are filled with rememberingβ
sweet moments that hurt to replay.
you left, but parts of you stayed behind,
and somehow, that hurts more than goodbye.
βHey, Iβll be back later, okay?β
yeah⦠take your time.
γ €γ €γ €γ € β a young soul who stays in an empty room,
surrounded by things that no longer belong to anyone.
the most familiar place for me is still the same room,
but your laughter no longer lives here.
only silence, and objects that refuse to forget you.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € your jacket
γ €still hanging quietly
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € your scent
γ €wonβt leave the air
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € memories
γ €are the cruelest remains
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β . my days are filled with rememberingβ
sweet moments that hurt to replay.
you left, but parts of you stayed behind,
and somehow, that hurts more than goodbye.
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In 99'6 βββββ½ββ
γ € ββ β the heart learns to
move on
step by step β η·©ζ ’
(β± . . . yet some nights
still whisper your name π£
γ €γ €γ €βI no longer look for you,
but traces of you still find me.
γ €γ €γ €βOld songs, familiar streets, small things that refuse to fade.
γ €γ €γ €βIβm healing, slowly,
not forgettingβjust accepting.
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Known as the one who survived memories
(β . walking forward
while carrying fragments of yesterday
not broken, just quietly moving on . . π€`
In 99'6 βββββ½ββ
Somewhere between past & now
forgetting takes time, and itβs never linear,
but
memories donβt disappearβ
they only learn how to stay quiet.
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move on
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(β± . . . yet some nights
still whisper your name π£
γ €γ €γ €βI no longer look for you,
but traces of you still find me.
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not forgettingβjust accepting.
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(β . walking forward
while carrying fragments of yesterday
not broken, just quietly moving on . . π€`
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