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Chasing Her

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…

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The Return to the Stage

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7 Years Later – The Silence, The Survival, and The Story I’m Ready to Tell

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All Roses on the Gunshots

And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open. …

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The Return to the Stage

There exists a quiet majority of people who have long felt unseen, unheard, or misplaced in a world that moves too fast to recognise their rhythm. They dream, they work, they fall and rise again, but their journey rarely fits…