There is a time, when you do not know to whom you want to split it all out.
The unsaid things remain in your heart and even in your brain.
You are what you are.
Left.
Broken.
Hurt.
Unloved.
The unsaid thing that no one will knows unless they try to listen and understand.
Until then, things remains the same.
An unsaid things.
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