🖋 From the Pen of Sevraeus

There are things we wish we could scream, but don't.
Words we swallow.
Wounds we hide beneath the smile.
This is a collection of those poems stitched from pain, heavy dilemmas, silent breakdowns, and the kind of ache we can't always name.

Each piece is a scream into the void, hoping someone out there hears and says,
"Me too."

For the overthinkers, the lovers who lost, the fighters too tired to fight.
For anyone who's ever felt too much and said too little-this is yours too.

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