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Kamei(mokedau) Wynona&Dilch

Amoir Prohibido by Kimie

Klebokel Kebs-Vema

I am no longer who I used to be.
My heart has grown cold,
my soul has dried out.
I’ve become shattered… lost.

I am no longer who I used to be.
Time no longer matters 
it never really did.

I walk through days
that no longer feel like mine,
dragging shadows
that cling to every step.

I search for pieces
of the person I once was,
but all I find
are echoes
and empty rooms inside me.

Nothing feels warm anymore 
not the sun,
not the memories,
not even my own name.

And the more I try to hold on,
the more I feel myself slipping,
fading into a version of me
I never meant to become.

I’m no longer who I used to be.
Happiness is louder now,
a strange spark that doesn’t fade,
an energy that refuses to go away.

And I’m stumbling over thoughts
that were never meant to be.
I’m not hilarious, not even close,
it’s just a moment,
a strange, bright moment
that somehow lasts Not forever

I’m scared.
I’m becoming someone I don’t recognize.
I buried my thoughts beneath my skin,
but suddenly they tear their way out 
free, wild, uncontrollable.

Everything turns into a blur,
colors bleeding into shadows,
and I can’t see…
I can’t seeeeeee.

I am my own feeling,
my own storm,
my own madness,
my own insaaaaane 
a chaos only I can hear,
a darkness only I can touch.

And yet,
I keep breathing through it,
even when the world cracks
under the weight of my mind.

I’m my own thoughts,
a world split into two sides.
Depression wrestles with fear,
and madness rises,
killing them both in the silence.

I’m no longer what I used to be.
A shallow soul, hollow as it seems 
dead, lifeless, yet strangely bright,
a flicker that refuses to disappear.

I’m shattered,
and every broken piece
still clings to me,
cutting, whispering,
reminding me
of the person I once was
and the ghost I’ve become.

Kederang by Deng

Janel D. James