By Darwina Natasha
Deep within my heart, I discover a hidden realm. Not everyone can grasp the depths I hold. I leaned on someone, and it broke me, hurt me, as if my heart was torn from my chest, each beat a piercing reminder. It taught me that vulnerability can be a sharp knife, cutting deep.
I question if this is a ghost of old wounds, or maybe a shield I've grown. My heart aches, not just emotionally, but physically, as if every beat is a reminder of the cracks.
I've learned to close off, to keep my secrets locked away. It's easier to pretend, to smile and nod, to show a face that isn't mine. I withdraw, becoming a shadow in the background, playing a part, keeping my true self hidden.
Strength becomes my shield. Independence is my goal. No more will I lean on others, no more will I share the weight. I'll carry it all, become my own safe haven, unbreakable.
In this isolation, I find a strange kind of power. Detached, yet whole. Alone, yet stronger. The lessons have shaped me, the pain has forged me. And here, in my own silence, I stand.
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