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Sometimes the greatest poison is the one we never see —
because it lives inside us, quietly, deeply,
in the stories we never tell.

We carry the pain, the anger, the sorrow,
hoping it will disappear if we stay silent long enough.
But silence, when it holds a wound, can turn into a prison.
And the wound… it festers in the dark.

It’s not weakness to speak.
It’s not failure to cry.
It’s not shameful to say,
“This hurt me.”
“This broke me.”
“This scared me.”

Letting it out is not losing.
It’s breathing.

It’s the way the soul says,
“I am ready to live again.”

You don’t have to shout.
You don’t have to explain.
You only have to open the window of your heart
and let the stale air go.

Here, in this space, your truth has room to stretch,
to heal,
to find the light again.

You are not alone.
You are never alone.