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The Spoken Words
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Continúa, Has publicado jul 22, 2016
"Please, Victoria!" He pleaded reaching out for her but she jerked away from him. She turned away as if being near him was pure torture.
"No, Don't you know, Josh?" She said, her voice full of pain and hurt it made him cringe. "T-Those words you've spoken cannot be taken back out forgotten. They stay with that person wither they like it or not. It's what makes us... us."
She said, her voice grew stronger towards the end as she stood straighter. She turned to face him,dried tears on her cheeks. A fierce look in her eyes.
"Those words are forever spoken, never to be taken back. So go, Josh. Go, so I can move on from the spoken words." She spat. His eyes widened, this was not the Victoria he knew. No, this is a stronger one. The one that no longer needed to be shielded from the harsh word that were spoken. She was made stronger because if this, she was made stronger of... The Spoken Words.
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