𝖮𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝗈𝗐𝗇

lost between duty and the things i couldn't save.
a quiet soul in a world full of ruins.
somewhere between survival and sorrow.
dust on my skin, memories in my heart.
she carried the past like a shadow.
a little courage, a little grief, and nowhere to run.

I carry the weight of every life I couldn’t save,
but I keep moving forward.
Not because I’m unafraid—
but because someone has to.

I learned that courage isn't about being fearless.
It’s about standing your ground,
even when everything around you tells you to run.

I don’t need to be fearless. I just need to keep moving.

I’ve carried too many memories that were never mine, and too many words I never knew how to say.