Wanting what they wanted, not who she was, whispering what they whispered between the lines. Seeing the outside, not the inside, making her pay was the cost to her soul for their kindness conditional. Experiencing loneliness and rejection, experiencing the disapproval their eyes shouted. What went unsaid cut through her heart, cruel insinuations for when there wasn't the courage to freaking say it. ©March 2023 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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