Her laughter hides the ache; her silence holds the flame. She builds her world from ashes and never feels the same.
Rise from the hush of doubt, rise from the weight of fear. Your voice may tremble softly- but the world will learn to hear.
Gentleness is not weakness, it's the calm that breaks the storm. It's the hand that heals the wounded, and the heart that keeps you warm.
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