Her Silenced Mind
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Naposledy publikováno sob, dub 15, 2023
Friends call me mysterious. But sharing my deepest feelings, is like making myself vulnerable to them. Allowing them access to the most confidential of information, free of cost, to be used anywhere, without my knowledge.
It's scary to trust people.
Feelings, I've figured, can be encrypted as poems. The ones I write may not have the best words, or grammar or a vibe, but I've written this in the darkest of days.
Maybe you can glimpse into my life with this. Maybe you find yourself relating to me.
Or maybe you just would get bored and walk away.
But first, let's try, shall we?
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Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
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