The noise outside is to avoid the deafening silence of the heart.
The silence of love, abandoned and hollow.
The silence of fear, creeping in the dark.
The silence of happiness, now a distant memory.
The silence of tears, uncried and unyielding.
The silence of hope, drowned in despair.
Yet still, the silence of longing, ceaselessly waiting in a never-ending quest for love that may never return. 🩵
.Aafreen
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