Words are not written here.
They are summoned-
from ashes, from thorns, from silence that once burned.
I do not write to be seen.
I write to be felt.
In every story, a shadow.
In every character, a secret.
And beneath every line, a truth waiting to bleed.
Krite
Written in silence. Remembered in ash.
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"Do you know what it means," she asked, "to bleed without being seen?"
They called her st...