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The End That Wasn’t Spoken
You ended us
not with words,
but with avoidance.
You chose disappearance
over honesty,
leaving me to unravel alone.
Our story closed,
but the page was never turned,
and I am trapped
inside your unfinished sentence.
About the Creator
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️7 days ago in Fiction
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