
A fragile Moon feels but is not felt. Emotions rise, yet no one listens. Silence swallows unspoken words whole. The heart aches, yet remains unseen. Loneliness lingers, even in companionship’s presence.
Neglect settles like an invisible weight. Affection arrives in measured, distant gestures. Needs dissolve before they are voiced. Connection fades into habitual, hollow exchanges. Closeness feels like an unreachable shore.
Boundaries weaken under prolonged dismissal. The soul bends, but rarely breaks. Hope clings to the smallest gestures. A glance, a word, a fleeting touch. Anything to confirm existence still matters.
But validation should not be begged for. The unseen must learn self-recognition first. A voice, once silenced, must rise. Healing begins where self-worth is reclaimed. Even the faintest light can shatter darkness.
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