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my voiceby Kirsten Elizabeth
I had envisioned what my life would be like. I had painted a beautiful picture in my mind, but my father came along and dumped black paint all over it. Broke my heart an...

#2
Echoes of Silenceby Phoenix Victor
Meet, Emily, a gentle soul, drifts through life almost unnoticed amidst the noisy crowd. Her silent demeanor belies a world brimming with thoughts and dreams, yet she st...

#4
Finding My Voice: Quieting My Mindby womanofsoull
I've always struggled to find my voice in this world. I've always struggled to find the strength my voice has. There are a lot of words that I don't say. Sometimes it's...

#5
I'm sorry for my silenceby Kruella8
Silence weighs heavy when cruelty echoes through the halls. A bystander wrestles with guilt, fear, and the burning need to speak out against the inhumanity targeting a g...
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Diary of a Shy girl by Hassanat Lawal
Diary of a Shy Girl
In the quiet corners of her world, Safiyah hides her struggles behind timid smiles and soft-spoken words. Beneath her shy demeanor lies a storm of em...

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In the quiet of my own mind by ilsahayat
I spent most of my life following paths I never choose ,not because I wanted to but, because no one ever asked me what I wanted .My dream was always shaped by someone el...