I didn’t plan to say anything.
Some stories are easier to carry in silence than to speak out loud.
But lately, the silence has been louder than the truth.
There are moments we bury so deeply, we convince ourselves they never happened. Yet somehow… they shape everything we become.
I don’t know if this is confession, healing, or just release.
But if you’ve ever held something inside for too long…
then maybe you understand this already.
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