Lo que no decimos

Lo que no decimos

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Fiction
Social Themes
Growth and Self-Discovery
Abuse and Trauma
Grief and Bereavement
Desde fuera, todo parece normal. Sonrisas pulidas, rutinas cumplidas, vidas que marchan con la precisión de un reloj. Pero si uno se detiene a mirar más allá de lo evidente, encuentra campos de batalla invisibles. En cada casa, en cada mente, hay heridas que no sangran y voces que se callan. Hay quienes llevan máscaras para sobrevivir, quienes se disfrazan de fuerza mientras se desmoronan por dentro. Hay quienes cumplen expectativas que nunca eligieron, y quienes cargan con culpas que no les pertenecen. Hay gritos que no salen de la garganta y dolores que no caben en palabras. Porque hay miles de guerras silenciosas: el peso que implica encajar, las cicatrices emocionales que la sociedad ignora, lo difícil que es amar sin dañarse, y el anhelo profundo de ser comprendido sin tener que explicarse. Porque a veces, lo más devastador no es lo que se vive... sino lo que se calla.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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