Not every piece fits,
just like—not every story
finds its happy ending…
Some just unravelled in silence,
some vanished before they were
ever written.
𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬?
It never made it past
the margin of lines.
It was a draft—
unfinished,
folded in the creases
of almosts, maybes, and what-ifs.
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*image: sindy strife / unsplash
