And that small thread—between your eyes and my ink—is the only birth I can still believe in.
Maybe that is the cruelest irony: even the wish to have never been born requires being born to wish it. Toi uoc Minh Chua Tung duoc Sinh Ra Pdf
I wish I had never been born. Not to die—death is still a something . I mean never to have existed at all. No shadow. No footprint. No name whispered at a funeral. Just the great, merciful blankness before the first cry. And that small thread—between your eyes and my
And yet… I write this down. Which means some part of me still wants to be heard. Some part still hopes that by speaking the unspeakable wish, I might loosen its grip. I might loosen its grip.