The air feels heavier than it should Your steps land, but they don’t push you forward Colors fade without reason, like the world is holding its breath Voices pass by in the distance, but none of them call your name Your hands still write, your mouth still shapes the right words, but inside, there’s only a hollow thud You move through rooms without noticing the doors Skin tightens as if bracing for a blow, muscles keep a tension you don’t remember starting The air tastes metallic when it reaches your lungs Even silence presses harder than it used to From the outside, nothing is broken But deep within, hairline fractures crawl slowly outward, etching a map of surrender that no one else can read You keep moving, because stillness would let the cracks speak
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