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Aphthongs

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Aphthongs are those alphabets in a word that remain unpronounced. The silent alphabets.
And perhaps in the modern world, those are the letters we should sought after. Because that's where the reality hides.

        Humans hide a lot of words, fearing being judged or getting vulnerable, either by physically silencing them or by pouring pints of sarcasm and humor to them. The listener may discard these words as they come out as a joke, but never is.

When the first person decides to hide fearing the second person may mock, only a third person with insight can see the ebbing words.

What are we heading to when we sugar coat to protect ourselves, when we forcefully silence some words within us and pretend that we are something else from we actually are?


Here is what I've been hiding.

→APTHONGS←

My words unsaid.
My words unheard.
My words unravelled. 

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