Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.
Letting Go, Words, Melancholy
Fear of shadows was petty. Real fears lived outside the door.
Fear
Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.
Change, Autumn, Escape
But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.
Silence, Change, Questions
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