Broken, Yet Breathing

Broken, Yet Breathing

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I transmute my grief into ink, because though the urge to destroy burns within me, I understand that to end another is to unravel myself beyond repair.💌: To those who draw from these fragments, remember: giving credit is the price. A small gesture, but one that preserves the fragile line between creation and theft. If my words spark something within you, share that acknowledgment. Reach out to me on Instagram-it would genuinely make my heart lighter. My account is linked in the bio, as quiet as my thoughts.…