The Ruin Script
a sanctuary of verses—where silence shatters, wounds speak, and the condemned are silenced in flesh.
Category: Hearts and Gratitude
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sometimes, i think of how unexpected you were. i met you in a season where i was trying to find a connection. and there you were, our conversations unfolding with a depth. i fell into your perspectives: visions, ideals, the way your mind opened itself in discussion. it was unfamiliar to feel that kind of…
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mischievous as you can be, there is a tenderness in your laughter that not everyone dives to understand. the world is not always gentle with softness like yours, and still, you continue to move through it with courage. idealistic in the way you see people. you choose to believe in their better sides even when…
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meeting you online could have easily been temporary, just another name in a conversation, another passing exchange in a digital world that forgets quickly, but you stayed. not constantly, but consistently. over the years, through gaps in communication and separate seasons of growth, our bond did not weaken. it deepened. you became someone i could…
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just as you are, with all the tears, doubts, and endless swirl of emotions. your heart feels beyond measure; it cries over stories that are not even yours. sometimes it makes the world heavier for you. sometimes it complicates everything. but that tenderness, that overwhelming sensitivity, is not a flaw. it is part of you.…
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just by being yourself, you have always carried a kind of light that does not beg to be noticed yet refuses to disappear. it does not demand attention. it does not compete. it simply exists: quiet, steady, honest. and that honesty is what makes you rare. outstanding, not in the way the world defines it,…
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even writing this feels unusual for me. i am not the type to write letters for a man. i’ve long considered it unnecessary, almost irrelevant to the way i move through life. words like these are not given lightly. pride, ego, composure—those have always come first. but for once, i am setting them aside, because…
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deliberate, that is the word that always comes to my mind when i think of you. you move with intention, you choose with thought, and even your silence feels purposeful. you preserve your peace the way others guard something fragile. and there is power in that restraint. even when you appear strong, composed, almost untouchable,…
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depth is the word that feels closest to what i carry for you. if anyone asks me who my friend is, the first name that comes to mind has always been yours—daryll. not out of habit, but out of certainty. you are not just someone i grew up beside. you are the one i chose…
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connections formed in unexpected places sometimes turn out to be the most genuine. meeting you back in 2020 in a space where identities were veiled and people came and went easily, never felt like something that would last, and yet ours did. what began as simple conversations became a kind of friendship that distance never…
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to whoever is reading this, love is not something you have to chase until you are exhausted. it is not something you have to beg for, prove yourself for, or shrink yourself to be keep. you are already worthy of a kind of love that does not ask you to compromise your peace just to…
The Ruin Script 