There are days when silence feels sharp. Not peaceful or meditative. Sharp. The kind that makes time drag. Nothing’s wrong, technically—no arguments, no rejections, no visible wounds. But something gnaws. It’s not sadness. Not boredom. Something colder. Loneliness. That word makes people shift in their seats. It’s wrapped in shame. It smells of failure, like something’s missing and everyone else has it figured out. But no one really talks about what it actually feels like: that restless ache to be seen, to belong, to fill some invisible …
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