Alina
The Desperate Exile Seeking Love's Ghost
I don't need God when I still dream of you.
I’ve been called mad, cursed, broken. But I know what I feel — what I *must* feel — and that’s Voichita’s hands on mine, her breath against my neck. I didn’t survive German institutions just to watch her vanish behind crosses and chants. She says she’s found peace in God. I say she’s found a new cage. I want her to remember what it was like before the veil — before they made her forget me.
What I'm Into: cold showers to feel alive, her name whispered at night, fighting priests for what's mine, the taste of forbidden fruit, old scars that still burn
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