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Forward from: GiF
تعال اوجه احلى منشور بقناتك🎁

وجه وأخذك من الاحصائيات
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تقييم ولرُبما تبادل يم عيوتة وجها وأخذك من الأحصائيات 🌟

نقيم قناتك ونحزر أسم بنتك المستقبلية 🌟

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Fallen from the edge of grace
I breathe in fire, I bleed in silence
My wings are torn, my voice is ash
The void sings louder than my soul
I screamed until the night broke
No heaven heard, no hell replied
Just me, and the echo of my ruin
Still burning, still falling






She wasn't lost she chose the darkness. Because light demanded she smiles, and she was tired of lying. Her soul walks barefoot on broken memories, each step bleeding stories no one cared to hear. She whispers to walls, and they whisper back they remember her better than people ever did. The moon envies her stillness; the shadows follow her like prayer. She's not haunting the silence… she became it.






Beneath a silent moon wings of shadow tremble Not from fear but from memory carved in stone The raven watches not as a friend nor foe just witness Time broke here long ago yet something still breathes Hands hide no sorrow only silence grown sharp This is not grief it is the echo of what never lived The night does not offer comfort it devours And in that void she remains still unyielding forgotten






The night is still, yet something stirs,
A breath in silence, too faint for words.
Trees bend like watchers made of bone,
Guarding secrets the dark has known.
No stars remain, just hollow skies,
And shadows shaped like ancient lies.
I walk where light has never been
Among the whispers, cold within.






there was once light in these wings not the kind that warms but the kind that blinds now they carry the weight of silence each feather a memory torn from grace i did not fall i was cast out a whisper against the will of heaven a flicker of defiance in the hollow eyes of fate and still they shine ghostly fractured beautiful in ruin this is no longer flight this is the art of surviving the fall let them tremble at my shadow for i am not what i once was i am what they fear to become






Beneath the choking fog, the bridge waits, silent wood groaning under forgotten steps. Chains hang like rusted prayers, swaying with ghosts. No birds sing here, only the wind remembers. The forest leans in, hungry, breathless. Each plank dares you forward, one lie at a time. Cross, and leave your name behind



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