"We understand," they all claim.
"But do you? Do you understand tears running down your cheeks at 3AM? Do you understand permanent sadness? Do you understand the hollow feeling you get when you know you'll always be alone? Do you really think you understand?!?!," I screamed at them.
All they could manage was a gulp as they tore their eyes away and told themselves that they understood.
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Short Story❝silence is the most powerful scream❞ [i hope this story brings you as much comfort as it did for me]
