There is carelessness with people's actions and precise precision in their speaking. This lesson was imparted upon me when I caught my boyfriend of three years cheating on me with a random woman at his shop. It was his actions that stole my voice as I made a vow that day. He'd never hear my words again. In the end, the tarnished silence that I have allowed to speak for itself is a painful weapon that I wield with accuracy. How does my soul cope when the chaos becomes too loud to be quiet?
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