Maybe we didn't go through the same hell, maybe our scars are of different shades, maybe our souls were tortured like never before.Though our cries were scream less and a body full of agony.But then again, breathing was heavy, shivering body and a mind full of anxiety, we were restless. The trauma was just too much to bear anymore.
But in the end, it doesn't matter how bitter it makes me now, One fortunate day I'll be grateful that it happened that it was a part of my journey. It'll sure help me grow as a being and turn me to my absolute best.
Maybe this is what makes us kind and generous to those around us and especially to those who are suffering the same.
This is the story we take to our grave.
An Unseen one.An Untold one.An Unheard one.
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