loneliness
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Three weeks, three apologies, three promises—and the growing realization that sorry means less every time nothing changes.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Three weeks, three apologies, three promises—and the growing realization that sorry means less every time nothing changes.
Between Bruises & Blooms 