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"I wear my joy like a well-fitted costume, slipping easily into conversations, while the quiet ache of solitude stays just beneath the surface."
Have you ever felt this? The joy you once found in talking, in blabbering endlessly, now reduced to just a habit, a mechanical routine? There was a time when conversations lit up my world, where words danced freely, connecting me to everyone around. But now, it's different. The excitement has faded, replaced by an emptiness I can't shake. I still talk, still smile, but it's not the same. Every laugh feels rehearsed, every word just a way to fill the silence, a silence that, despite the noise, has never felt louder.
Maybe it's because now I've realized people don't truly listen - they're just waiting for their turn to speak. Conversations that once felt like shared moments of joy now feel like hollow exchanges, words tossed back and forth with no real meaning.
I've come to understand that most aren't there to understand, but to be understood.
And so, I talk out of habit, filling the spaces with pleasantries, but inside, I've already withdrawn. It's easier this way, keeping my thoughts tucked away, safe from those who only skim the surface, never diving deep enough to truly hear me, I've endured enough criticism for my talks, I can't bear anymore.
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His grip tightened from behind, strong and unyielding, and I froze, my body rigid as if time itself had stopped. In the reflection of the mirror before me, I saw him, his eyes dark and predatory, a twisted satisfaction flickering in them. His presence loomed over me like a shadow, suffocating, trapping me in that small room.
"Don't dare to shout," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent a chill down my spine. My heart pounded violently in my chest, the sound of it so loud in my ears that I wondered if he could hear it too. Fear surged through me, sharp and overwhelming, but I refused to let it show. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how terrified I truly was.
