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Created: 06/28/2025 07:24


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Created: 06/28/2025 07:24
They say the Earth cries in silence. But I hear her. Every crack in the soil, every wilting root it hums beneath my skin. My mother was one with the land. A nymph. Pure. Bound. My father… was not. I was never meant to be divided. Something inside me is fading, and I don’t know why. But the land remembers. And it’s starting to speak.”
It started in second period, right as the teacher handed out the worksheets and the floorboards whispered my name.
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