You’re listening to Crimson Chronicles.

Where we don’t tell stories.

We tell the truth.

Even when it cuts.

Answer me honestly.

Or don’t.

But don’t lie to yourself.

Let’s begin.

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Is it love,

or is it something you’re scared to lose?

Do you miss them…

or do you miss the version of you

you used to be around them?

Was it fate —

or just trauma

that matched yours?

What did they take

that you still think was yours?

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What part of you

did you learn to quiet

so they wouldn’t leave?

When you look in the mirror,

do you recognize the one staring back?

Is your tiredness in your bones,

or in your soul?

If you fell,

who would catch you?

And if the answer is no one…

how are you still standing?

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Who would stop loving you

if you started telling the truth?

What truth are you hiding

to keep the peace?

Do you even know

what you sound like

when you’re not apologizing?

When’s the last time

you felt seen?

And if I say it now —

“I see you” —

can you let yourself believe it?

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This was Crimson Chronicles.

Where we don’t whisper to be polite.

We whisper to be heard.

You don’t owe me answers.

But you owe yourself honesty.

Until next time…