She is the quiet one - the girl who sits in rooms full of noise and disappears into her thoughts. Not because she has nothing to say, but because the words often get lost somewhere between her chest and her lips. Her silence is not emptiness; it's a storm, tightly held in.

For so long, she let the world speak over her. She bit her tongue, dimmed her light, smiled when she wanted to scream. But silence isn't weakness - and now, she's ready to write. Every unspoken word, every stifled emotion, will bleed onto paper. Her pen will be her voice, and her truth will no longer be swallowed. 

She may not speak up - not yet - but she will write, and the world will hear her in ink