She wrote her pain in tiny letters so the world wouldn’t notice. But every word carried thunder. One day, someone read between the lines and said, ‘I see you.’ That was the day her quiet heart finally felt loud enough to heal.
She wrote her pain in tiny letters so the world wouldn’t notice. But every word carried thunder. One day, someone read between the lines and said, ‘I see you.’ That was the day her quiet heart finally felt loud enough to heal.
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