The Window's Diary I have no voice, no heartbeat, no hands to hold her when she falls. Yet, I have watched her for years-growing, breaking, healing, dreaming. I am just a window. A silent observer. A forgotten listener. She never knew, but I have always been her diary. I have seen her smile at the moon, whisper her secrets into the wind, cry when no one was looking, and dance like she owned the world.All Rights Reserved
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