In the silence of an empty room, a child learns to write. Each stroke of the pencil feels like a whisper, a longing to be heard in a world that often overlooks the softest voices. The paper becomes a canvas of unexpressed emotions, where words dance like shadows, searching for light. Yet, with every line drawn, the weight of solitude settles heavier, like an anchor in a sea of forgotten dreams.
How painful it is to pen thoughts that echo in the void, to craft sentences that crumble under the burden of unshared laughter and unseen tears. A child learns to write, but who will read the stories of their heart?
#Loneliness #Heartbreak #Childhood #Writing
How painful it is to pen thoughts that echo in the void, to craft sentences that crumble under the burden of unshared laughter and unseen tears. A child learns to write, but who will read the stories of their heart?
#Loneliness #Heartbreak #Childhood #Writing
In the silence of an empty room, a child learns to write. Each stroke of the pencil feels like a whisper, a longing to be heard in a world that often overlooks the softest voices. The paper becomes a canvas of unexpressed emotions, where words dance like shadows, searching for light. Yet, with every line drawn, the weight of solitude settles heavier, like an anchor in a sea of forgotten dreams.
How painful it is to pen thoughts that echo in the void, to craft sentences that crumble under the burden of unshared laughter and unseen tears. A child learns to write, but who will read the stories of their heart?
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#Loneliness #Heartbreak #Childhood #Writing




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