Bottled Whispers

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LECTURAS 33
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forgiveness grieving healing heartbreak jonaxx metaphor nekoemcee personalgrowth prose relationship selflove untoldfeelings wordsofwisdom

She carried them like fragile glass, each unsaid word a bottled whisper threatening to shatter. In a world where appearances mean everything, how long can she keep her inner world contained?Todos los derechos reservados

forgiveness grieving healing heartbreak jonaxx metaphor nekoemcee personalgrowth prose relationship selflove untoldfeelings wordsofwisdom

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