She's hurt. Broken. What ever you want to call it. She sits in her room and crys. Covering her mouth. Trying not to make a sound so she won't have to disturb other people's life.
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Words are stuck deep down in her throat. Heart. Soul.
No one gives her attention because they all brush her off as the silent girl.
The one too dumb to speak.