My Diary That No One Should Read – Day #3
It wasn’t the memory that hurt me most - it was the way it never stopped echoing inside me. Unspoken wounds, frozen moments, and the invisible weight of what I never healed.
Some memories don’t age - they calcify. They stay trapped in your lungs like breath you forgot to release. I have one like that. I don’t speak about it, not really. But I live in reaction to it every day. Here is what I’ve never written down until now.
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