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They say the things that finally break you are the words caught in your throat, and she has years of thoughts not uttered crammed in the pockets of her coat.
A whisper amongst a word that's learn't only to speak, where silence must be broken for the proof that it is weak.

But wherein lies the weakness of keeping words held in your hand?

when others listen to reply she listen just to understand. Surely it's strength when things unspoken fill in the room up to the brim.
And she's the only one among them who has taught herself to swim.