Souls are delicate, like threads of mist,
They bend with sorrow, they break with a twist.
Words strike like stones, careless and cold,
Cracking the quiet where secrets unfold.
A whisper can wound, a silence can burn,
Once spoken, the harsh ones never return.
They echo inside like a haunted refrain,
Leaving behind invisible pain.
So handle with care the hearts that...
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