Words rippled through her mind like the blood through her vessels.
When he hurt her, words bled out into unkempt letters.
They went on, like those cathartic rituals, till she had fallen asleep on a page full of words,half wet with tears that always deftly accompanied.
Till the day, when words fell short. It was then she realized that silence was the shield that she needed.
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