she doesnβt tell anyone when sheβs hurting anymore. Not her family. Not her friends. Not even the people closest to her. Sheβs learned how to cry quietly, wipe her own tears, and stand back up like nothingβs wrong. She laughs. She talks. She shows up. She does everything sheβs supposed to do. But inside, sheβs tired in a way that sleep canβt fix. Because no matter how much she needs someone, she doesnβt reach out anymore
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