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Echoes of Becoming
Beneath the weight of unseen tides,
I unraveled,
threads of silence stitched with shadows,
folding into light.
A fractured hymn,
each note a question,
each pause a breath
that dared to linger.
Time, a shapeless sculptor,
wore my edges smooth,
chiseled pain into a quiet fire,
embers whispering truths unspoken.
In the gravity of absence,
I became whole.
In the chaos of falling,
I found the sky.
No beginning, no end—
only the pulse of existence,
the ceaseless hum of what I am
What I've become
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