Yisel whispers

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Not everything I write is ready for the world.

Some of it still bleeds.

Some of it is love I never got to give.

Some of it is grief from losing people

whose battles weren’t just theirs.

Addiction.

Silence.

The kind of loss that rewrites you.

What’s behind this wall is sacred —

for the ones who still feel everything long after.

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If you’ve loved someone you couldn’t save,

or if you’re trying to save yourself —

you’re not alone. <3

I think you’ll feel seen here.

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