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Stitching a Soul

How do you stitch a shattered soul mirrored in cracked reflections? Friends arrive too late, armed with needles, once the bleeding has stilled, sewing memories into a cloth of loss— stitched of sorrow, wearing grief's heavy gold, as if it were a crown above the stillness of the dead— enthroned in hollow solitude. Thoughts twist like barbed wire, fences no soul dares to breach; pull too hard, and silence unravels, screaming into the void, a cacophony of isolation dances in shadows. Death tugs at these frayed seams, slowly unspooling me— thread by thread, each strand a whisper of what once was, every knot a reminder of the horror nestled within.

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Date: 5/2/2025 12:13:00 PM
Wow, you sure did pour out deep emotion in this, A.S. - isolation even while looking at a mirror, wow
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Paige Hind
Date: 5/2/2025 6:23:00 PM
I am so sorry to hear that and sorry for your loss. Hearts and hugs <3
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Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 5/2/2025 1:40:00 PM
For the second straight spring in a row, I'm mourning a friend that committed suicide. He was only 42... I appreciate you greatly my friend! A.S.

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