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You Can’t Grow in the Same Place That Broke You

I walk past the ruins of myself
walls I once called home now spit shadows at me
and the air tastes like the promises I swallowed whole

Every corner hums with old ghosts
every smile is a warning I ignored
and my hands ache from holding on too long

I wanted to plant new seeds
but the soil is poisoned with memory
and the roots of my past choke everything green

I scream into the empty room
and the silence answers with truth
you cannot bloom where the light never stayed
and I am learning to leave

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