How do I feel when I feel, if I may? How can I express how my heart shrinks and my throat tightens? How can I remain silent, yet my mouth becomes a testament to the emptiness, proof that doesn't fade even when words begin to emerge and the depths of my soul sing the lullaby that would bring me back from unreleased tears to those who understand the absence of love, the cold heart of a beautiful stone found in the deep blue of a frozen lake? For the unspoken words, silence becomes a language.
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