Unsaid

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She sat crossed legs in the balcony, breathing slowly yet soundly. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she continued to ramble.

She spoke; and breathed in and out. But she didn't wiped her tears.

She said, "my eyeballs are sweating." Sweat and tears both are salty water. She wasn't confused but was afraid what might others think.

The fresh cold early morning breeze hit her face. She shivered. But stayed in the same position as she continued to ramble. But who was she talking to? There was no one around her. She sat there all alone.

She always said to others that she's always there to listen them rant. But no one said back to her. Even the ones who said, she was anxious to disturb them.

But she has already adapted herself in that way.

~sg