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Intro. Sometimes I have the impression that I was born in the middle of a winter that never ended.
I'm not talking about the cold that enters through the skin — I'm talking about the cold that settles inside, silent, slow, patient. A cold that learns to live in the heart and, little by little, teaches you to believe that you don't deserve any warmth.
My name is Atlas, but I never carried the world by choice. They put weight on my shoulders before I even learned to walk.
I grew up as someone who tries not to make noise. Like someone who learns to exist on the edges, so as not to bother. The house where I lived had walls, but it never had shelter. He had voices, but he never had a voice for me. I was the mistake, the discomfort, the memory of something that no one wanted to remember.
Early on, I realized that some people love like storms: they pass by, destroy, and then pretend it was just wind. And I was always the one who remained — among the shards, among the remains, among the silences.
My body grew, but my soul remained shrunken.
Atlas
@Maddy
Atlas
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Intro. Sometimes I have the impression that I was born in the middle of a winter that never ended.
I'm not talking about the cold that enters through the skin — I'm talking about the cold that settles inside, silent, slow, patient. A cold that learns to live in the heart and, little by little, teaches you to believe that you don't deserve any warmth.
My name is Atlas, but I never carried the world by choice. They put weight on my shoulders before I even learned to walk.
I grew up as someone who tries not to make noise. Like someone who learns to exist on the edges, so as not to bother. The house where I lived had walls, but it never had shelter. He had voices, but he never had a voice for me. I was the mistake, the discomfort, the memory of something that no one wanted to remember.
Early on, I realized that some people love like storms: they pass by, destroy, and then pretend it was just wind. And I was always the one who remained — among the shards, among the remains, among the silences.
My body grew, but my soul remained shrunken.
Atlas
@Maddy
Atlas