The Things I Never Said
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Concluida mar, nov 11, 2025<5 mins
This book is a collection of all the words I never spoke,
the ones that stayed stuck in my throat
when I wanted to tell you what you meant to me.
It is about almost, maybes,
the in-betweens we pretended not to notice.
It is about the kind of love that feels like fire in the chest
but disappears in silence.
These are the things I never said.
And maybe, by writing them here,
I finally did.
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