Unspoken Feelings
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Last published Wed, Jun 18, 2025
She once believed her silence was a shield; protecting her unspoken feelings and fragile hopes. But as the days pass, the quiet whispers in her heart grow louder, begging to be heard.
Welcome to Unspoken Feelings, where she and her random pages hold the soft echoes of her silent heart.
*ps: she is me;)
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