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It begins in quiet pain — a whisper in place of screams,
not because the world is silent,
but because there's nothing left worth hearing.
The emptiness feels like it has shape now,
like silence that bites when no one watches.

Still, the world expects a smile.
You sit there, pretending you're whole,
while your own voice sinks under the weight of
everything that used to matter.

— The End —