{"title":"CHAPTER VII. GONE","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCHAPTER VII.\u003c\/strong\u003e GONE\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhat's left of me is mostly shell. I smile when I'm looked at. It doesn't reach anywhere real. Everything about me has started to feel like a performance of a person.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEven small things — the ordinary chores of a day — take everything I have. I gather my strength like it's scarce, because it is.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI'm gone. Almost nothing left to feel with. Just the weight, always the weight, and the thought that maybe I built myself too strong once, so strong I forgot how to ask to be carried.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt's been so long. I didn't think I had more in me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd then — something. A flicker I thought had died with the rest of me. My mind, for one fraction of a second, let me see it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA new beginning, maybe. Small. Mine.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe weight shifted, just barely. And for one moment I felt like I was flying — I didn't know toward what, and it didn't matter.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMaybe hope never left. Maybe it was only buried.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI'm saving this soul. Not a guarantee — just something I promise to try.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1079\/9949\/4478\/collections\/BSP_SIGIL_official_9cm_617c3985-cef4-42d1-a589-8b1a62f33e03.png?v=1793043233","url":"https:\/\/brokensoulproject.fi\/collections\/chapter-vii.oembed","provider":"BROKENSOUL PROJECT","version":"1.0","type":"link"}