The room Where My Name Was Erased
A diary entry I never meant to write… I stood across the lane and watched my childhood torn apart. Not metaphorically. Literally. Brick by brick.Memory by memory. Everything a rubble. My once beautiful home looked like an old fortress finally surrendering after years of quiet resistance. Darkness roared where laughter once lived. Fog engulfed it […]
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