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        ( l. Not Of Earth—But Of Echoes. )
    A Soul Untethered, Lingering Between
               Silence   And   Shadow 🫀.

‘ .. He Treads Not On Earth’ But Upon Echoes Of What Once Was. A Soul Unanchored;Frayed Between
(Realms—Neither) Dead, Nor Truly Living. “MØNTGØMΣRY.” Is Silence, His Shadow Older Than Light.

The Stars Forget Him?, And Time Dares Not Count His Steps. He Is The Hymn Of The Forsaken, The Breath Between Heartbeats. To Behold Him Is To Feel The Weight Of Forgotten Dreams, And The Ache Of Eternity Pressing Upon The Ribs. A Soul Not Broken... Merely Misplaced.
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⠀
I. SHOT BY─BULLET WITHOUT WARNING 🫀

Growing up among deep
wounds ‘&. not knowing
when they will heal.

Growing up to be left
alone among the crowds
of the world.

👁💧 "Happiness like this self-denying."

Wounds that do not bleed, but are so damaging that they are invisible to thousands of eyes. trying to heal, but being pulled back into the darkness of emptiness &. silence.

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( l. I Tread Through Realms Unlit )
‘..  A Remnant Of A Name No Longer Spoken. Once, I Basked In Warmth And Mortal Grace—Now, I Am But A whisper Adrift In Ether...

                   My Essence Wanes
Chasing Echoes Of A Self I Scarcely Recall.
Not A Place I Seek, But A Belonging Long Unmoored. The World No Longer Remembers Me—And I, Too, Forget.
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