I want you to admit it: that letting me go was a wound you gave yourself. That you feel the empty spaces we carved into each other, Say it. Just once. Say we existed. Don’t pretend we were nothing. You know better. You were there.

I want you to admit it: that letting me go was a wound you gave yourself. That you feel the empty spaces we carved into each other, Say it. Just once. Say we existed. Don’t pretend we were nothing. You know better. You were there.
Meet the Author

Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
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