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Jun 9
Stopped writing in diaries...
Fearing someone might read them.
Gave up typing on Word documents...
Afraid her privacy might be shattered.

She let people walk away —
Without sharing a word,
Not because she didn't want to,
But because she was done with sympathy...
Something she had seen too much of in life.

And so, she grew silent.
Tired.
She let it be...

Until her heart whispered:
"You're safe with me."
Privacy restored.
But the heart grew heavier than ever.
Some stories are written nowhere. Just carried quietly in hearts too full to write, and too brave to burst.
Written by
Arna  20/F/India
(20/F/India)   
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