Some storms rage quietly, hidden beneath the surface. What the world sees is calm. What the heart feels is chaos.
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Silent. You said it. I waited for you to sit by my side. Inside, a storm. Outside… silence. I buried myself in books. I dove into pages. I ran. But I couldn’t escape. Every page, a wall. Every word, a breath. Silent. Broken. Waiting. Screaming. Unheard.
