Drafts of My Heart
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- Parti 11
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, mar 12, 2026
In the quiet corners of my mind lie the words I never spoke, the letters unsent, confessions left in the drafts. I kept silent to shield the people I loved, thinking silence was kindness. But in choosing to protect them, I forgot to protect myself. This is a collection of those hidden truths, the raw, unedited pieces of me that never made it past the heart.
I held back so much thoughts, feelings, and truths thinking that silence would spare the ones I loved. I bit my tongue to keep the peace, wrote but never sent, felt but never showed. In trying to protect everyone else, I never realized I was slowly breaking.
This book is a quiet unfolding of everything I never said... until now.
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