grief
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The alarm sounds on her phone, pulling her out of a dream she’d been trying to hold onto. She reaches for it automatically, still half asleep, and the message waiting there makes her smile before she’s even fully aware of herself. She taps the screen with her thumb. The words glow bright in the dim
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The ink was heavy when first it bled, A silent mark, a prayer unsaid. But now it pulls upon my skin- Each line a name I hold within. No letters carved, no dates to trace, Just echoes of laughter time can’t erase. Your cross grew too heavy, I’ll carry it from here, Through all of
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This morning I had a dream and I woke up crying. Even as I write this, I can’t stop them from flowing. I can’t believe how much time has passed, how much I’ve changed, and how much I miss my old battles. I don’t miss the youth, but the friends—the family I made along the
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 