Was That Hurt Real?
Was it hurt?
Do you even remember now—
what hurt is?
Does hatred blaze inside you still?
Or does longing creep back, quiet and slow?
Suppose one morning
every memory simply vanishes—
wiped clean as rain off glass.
After all the winding roads,
all the years of rise and fall,
you hear that voice again—
the one that cut you to the bone.
How would you write the end
so it feels right?..🌘✨ 02072026 ©LanZhan
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