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At first, I wasn’t okay with the silence, which hurt even more because I had begged for it. I pleaded for someone to pull the rug out from beneath my feet. I manifested for something, anything, to throw me off my balance. I knew it would change many things. I knew my mind would often
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I fear writing this story incorrectly because every letter and every syllable is deeply intertwined with the way my heart and soul once were. The past tense matters here; it carries the weight of what was and what can never be again. If I had written this sooner and hadn’t waited, the story would still
Written Through These Amber Eyes 