The Ruin Script
a sanctuary of verses—where silence shatters, wounds speak, and the condemned are silenced in flesh.
Category: Fragments of the Thirteenth
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fragments of the thirteenth: chapter iv a response rises—not loud, but steady. it doesn’t offer answers. just permission. to exist. to feel. to be. the mirror no longer reflects a performance—it reflects presence. and in that presence, the self remains. it’s okay. what you felt on the thirteenth of january—those thoughts, the rain, the ache…
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fragments of the thirteenth: chapter iii in the wreckage of identity—there is clarity. the masks no longer hold. space open for truths—not the polished kind, but the kind that bleeds. and in that space, defiance grows. survival becomes a choice. i realized then—i don’t want to vanish quietly. i don’t want to be s e…
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fragments of the thirteenth: chapter ii the mirror reveals more than memory—it reveals the truth. a face from the past stares back—familiar. broken. honest. it isn’t anger that fills the mirror, but grief long unspoken. in the reflection, silence breaks, and the self once hidden demands to be seen. she was there—me—but not as i…
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fragments of the thirteenth: chapter i the rain returns like a memory—thoughts slip, unraveling into places once sealed. the mind begins to break quietly, gently, as the storm outside echoes the one within. it was the thirteenth of january when my thoughts began to drift, quietly slipping from the present. the rain had started—soft, rhythmic,…
The Ruin Script 