1. I’m living.
And living, and living, and living.
Keep going forward, they say—
be better and better and better.
Keep learning.
Rediscover. Reimagine. Reinvent.

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2. But under it all,
there’s a thrum—
a good-through beating,
a blurring
like the pulse of something
half remembered.

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3. Those dreams—
they hurt, but they hum familiar.
I’ve known that ache before,
in another life, another mirror.

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4. One day I decided
pretending to suffer
was safer than suffering itself—
a rehearsal of pain
without the blood.
And even when the stage went dark,
I stayed there, still acting.

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5. Isn’t that strange?
To miss the ghost of your own misery
just because it feels like home.

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6. I live in the twilight zone—
somewhere between nowhere and next,
between heartbeat and echo,
between the reflection
and the thing reflected.

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7. Never here.
Never now.
No—
never me.

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