The words this week: tolls, spell, inclined mind, find, pretending sigh, hit, guilty, fine fault ,liar
Wordle 760
The mind grows inclined to believe the old spell—that every wound was your fault, every silence somehow deserved.
A quiet sigh slips through the room.
Some wounds still toll like distant bells, echoing long after the storm, after the sharp hit of memory.
I have known the voice of the liar, the one who speaks softly, wearing blame like borrowed skin—calling me guilty for surviving.
Still—I find something steadier now.
No more pretending. No more shrinking to make pain look fine.
I gather my scattered mind, step out of the shadow, and call truth by its name.
With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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