Tag: simpatico

  • A new style I’m working on (simpatico)

    Back then, I still flinched at my own reflection. Not from vanity— but because the mirror told the truth too clearly: that I was surviving, not living. That the world had taught me to shrink just enough to fit inside the silence. I met you before you knew how to raise your fist. You still…

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