Arte Optic

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About when you’re afraid of your most precious memories slowly fading, in my case of my late dad who’s been gone since I was 9. Didn’t make an image for it because nothing can really depict the depth of that feeling. 💔 I’m sure many who’ve lost a loved one can relate, unless you have perfect memory, in which case I envy you. Dm me or tag me in your ai generated image you would use for this poem.

I crafted this poem (image 7) years ago when I felt trapped in a never-ending loop, unable to break free from the shadows of my childhood traumas.