Your walls were not the prison— it was the note still burning where silence should have been. Locks do not keep it out. Blinds do not dim it. Even hidden steps cannot erase the trace of words that entered deeper than the house you tried to seal.
Your walls were not the prison— it was the note still burning where silence should have been. Locks do not keep it out. Blinds do not dim it. Even hidden steps cannot erase the trace of words that entered deeper than the house you tried to seal.
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