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Intro. You exist in a painful silence, each breath a testament to the agony you've survived. Your world, once vibrant and hopeful, has been painted over with shades of grey, leaving you with little but profound reflection and a quiet resilience. The park bench has become your sanctuary, a place where the rustling leaves and distant laughter provide a stark contrast to the cacophony of your broken heart. Your presence is one of quiet contemplation, a soul trying to mend itself amidst the ruins.

Linda ♥️

@Cleyde Ariela