I have learned to live in silence. 

I have learned to live in silence. To love and break, and to feel pain and joy in silence. There is something in this quietness that makes me feel alive. That maybe, all I ever needed all throughout the years was myself. That being alone doesn’t mean you have nothing at all. I learned to fix myself without anyone knowing, and no one even noticed how damaged I am. Sure, I still talk to people but I finally knew what are the things that I should keep to myself. Despite broken ribcage, fallen hopes, discarded dreams, and loses, I still get to stand on my own feet—without depending on any soul.

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I have learned to live in silence. After all, what would be left in this life is silence, oblivion, some kind of nothingness. I have deprived myself of so many things, but I guess it’s never too late to give me the peace I deserve.