Broken, Silence over words, solitude over people.

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I prefer being silent because people who had once promised to
understand my words but tried to make me understand, silencing them. I prefer staying
alone because people had once promised not to leave me but abandoned me at my worst, I prefer venting
over poems because people had once promised to keep them safe but instead ended up making a joke out of it. Hence, nobody loves to change
without any reason.

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