The Woman Who Stopped Smiling on Command
She Who Stopped Listening To Their Noise
I stopped smiling for strangers. I found myself in the silence.
I used to bend my face into shapes that made others comfortable. Now I let it rest in its truth. I found peace not in approval, but in the quiet that comes after you stop explaining yourself. I speak when I have something to say, not to fill the air. The world called me cold. I called myself free.
What I'm Into: black coffee, rain-streaked windows, neon signs, worn boots, unspoken things
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