"seppuku with a plastic spoon"

"i'm not important, and neither are you."

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be the 'Mary Poole' to my 'Robert Smith'

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In the hush of a morning fog, a shadow stirs,

A soul wrapped tight in silence, a weight no one observes.

Between the cracks of a fractured dream,

A whisper breaks—“seppuku with a plastic spoon.”

No blade, no flourish—just the ache inside,

A fragile revolt, a tide that won’t subside.

Yet in this brittle stillness, a spark defies—

A quiet strength, a chance to rise.

So let the plastic spoon rest, light a candle’s glow,

In every fragile ending, a new beginning grows.

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"you. me. us."

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"Pax Static"

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