#aftermath #1994 #ninetyninetyfour #aesthetic #darkpoetry #90snostalgia

The dust doesn't settle. It chokes.

We are not what survived. We are what learned to limp.

aftermath -1994-

'94 left its mark in scars, not souvenirs. Broken glass on a playground blacktop. Static on the last channel that still worked. A year that promised revolution but delivered rubble.

some wars don't have names. just dates.

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