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After the Last “Seen”

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Last night I watched my words dissolve

in the empty glow of your unread notification.

My heart hammered like a buried drum—

a pulse you no longer felt. Under streetlamps

I traced your silence in the condensation on cold glass,

where every breath was a question without reply.

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How many of us have lingered at “Seen,”

our own echoes fading in the void?

Share your last unread moment below—

let’s fill this silence with our stories.

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