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from me, to you

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This is a book of all the things my mind screams when my body wants to sleep. A book of all the things I'm too afraid to say.All Rights Reserved

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Silent Echoes

This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.