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Elena watched from afar as Luca wandered the streets, his gaze lingering on the ancient clock tower with an intensity that ignited the dormant flames ..
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Once vibrant, now a ghost, she roams,
Haunted by the past's relentless tones.
Before the monster claimed her heart,
She danced in light, a work of ..
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In the mirror's reflection, I search for the me,
Hidden beneath the mask, longing to be free.
I yearn to break free from these chains that bind,
To..
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So, I posted the poem that I wrote about the " Trajectory of Time" and now here's the first story about the same topic
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I woke up yesterday with only "Trajectory of Time" in my mind. I felt I had to write something about that. So, I was inspired to write a poem and 2 s..
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Who will give this boy his innocence back?
In a world of ruin, all hope seems to lack.
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In the quiet spaces of our shared memories, my mother and I navigate the labyrinthine corridors of Alzheimer's together.
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My mother, my anchor, now navigates a labyrinth of forgetfulness, a cruel dance with Alzheimer's that steals her away a little more each day.
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This girl is me, still that innocent little girl.
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I am withering away...all alone, no one to guide me or help me. I am withering away far from pain and hurt. Far from all the ugliness of people...I am..
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