Words : sighs ,siren knocking, still ,centered ,lost, slip doors ,true ,screams beneath, curse.

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The siren of memory still hums beneath the skin, a low ache between sighs.

I hear the knocking—soft at first, then louder, like old screams trapped behind forgotten doors.

Something begins to slip, a shadow of the curseI thought I had already outwalked.

For a moment, I feel lost, standing between what was and what longs to become.

But somewhere beneath the noise, something remains still.

Something true.

And slowly, I return to my own breath—quietly, centered again.

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With love

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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