music: xxxtentacion - i spoke to the devil in miami, he said everything would be fine
"You wore the storm so well," they say,
Blind to the wreckage left behind.
I smiled the dying spark away,
And quietly, I lost my mind.
I did not ask to be this strong,
I did not beg the weight to lift.
I dragged the shattered parts along,
A quiet ghost, alone, adrift.
This isn't grace. This isn't art.
This smile is just a practiced lie,
To hide the splintering of a heart
That never had the chance to cry.
I didn't conquer, didn't heal,
I wasn't brave, I wasn't led.
I only did what's fiercely real:
I simply stayed alive instead.
05/04/2026
Attrition
© Copyright: Владислава Атрохова, 2026
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