Lonely eyes
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"I read her eyes like paragraphs and her tears like chapters, because she didn't have much to say with words but rather, silence. And never let them tell you that silence isn't beautiful. Silence is what happens when words fall asleep and you must carry the belief that one day, they will wake up from inside of you."
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Author note
I recently re-downloaded wattpad to start writing again and saw this unfinished story that I started back in 2015!! Lol as I reread it now at 25 I find myself laughing at the cringiness but hey I started it so I figured I publish what I had written, please enjoy young me's writing and don't be afraid to laugh at the cringe! Have fun thank you for reading :)
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