their words weren’t spoken —
they were etched.
each letter dug deep,
sharp as glass.
 
her face wears their hands.
her heart wears their voices.
no one sees it,
but she feels it
everywhere.
 
because words don’t just bruise —
they break.
they hollow.
they can destroy a soul
without spilling a drop of blood.
 
scars like this don’t fade.
they root.
they stay.
 
but she stays too.
and one day,
she will look at every letter
and think —
none of this belongs to me.
 
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high detailed png.-File
10752 x 7168 Pixel
 
- You can use it as a Phone or Desktop Background
- Print up to a scale of 33 x 46 inches / 85 x 120 cm