I'm sorry for what I did when I couldn't breathe.
I'm sorry for what I said when I couldn't see.
Did I let the chaos out?
Now you see why I need to contain the chaos.
The stars only shine by burning, but we only love their shine because we forget that they're burning.
I'm sorry I let you see me burn.
I burn best in silence, where you can't see me.
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ReplyDeleteThe way you've woven these thoughts together creates a tapestry that both challenges and comforts the mind. It’s rare to find writing that feels like a key turning in a lock you didn’t even know was there. 🌙 nexus market
ReplyDeleteThis title alone feels like a held breath finally released. "I'm Sorry" is such a deceptively simple phrase, yet it carries the weight of entire continents—the crack in a voice, the crumpled note, the late-night text that was never sent. Reading this felt less like scrolling and more like standing in a quiet room with a mirror that doesn’t lie. We are so often told that apology is weakness, but here you’ve turned it into a kind of architecture: the way we rebuild bridges with two words, or sometimes burn them for good. What struck me most is the space you leave between the syllables—that listener can fill it with their own regret, their own overdue confession. Thank you for making a title that isn’t just read, but inhabited. Check out my blog: darknet access
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