I used to think silence is horrible. I like to get things out of my chest, voice them out, get the problem solved. Then I learnt that getting it out doesn't always equate to resolving it. Now I realised that I have came to forget this. Oh silly me, how could I forget? What made me think it'd be different this time? Turns out they're the same. I'll learn to shut my self in once again. I'll shut up. The same thing that caused me so much hurt. But I'll just let it eat my up from inside out till I'm left with an empty shell. At least my heart will remain. Just that maybe, just maybe, it will no longer beat.

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