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midnight letters — vol. 01

dear reader,

this month i've been thinking about how loneliness changes the architecture of a person.

eventually you stop sharing stories halfway through
because nobody asks follow-up questions anymore.
silence becomes physical after enough time.

— from the poem Loneliness

"i write because silence became unbearable."

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"maybe poetry is just loneliness refusing to stay silent."