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Do you understand what I keep hidden inside? The sentences I could never say, the ones that remain within me? Can you read me in my eyes, The silent thoughts I have nurtured in my heart? Do you know what I think through the nights, The memories left behind in the past? Can you hear the storms that break within me, The feelings I could never tell anyone? Can you see beyond the smile on my face, The resentment I hide, the silence within me? Will you ever truly understand me, When I sometimes canno

In the quiet corners of homes, at the very bottom of drawers, or resting silently on a shelf, there are objects that await. Their surfaces are slightly worn, their colors faded, perhaps long since having lost their original functions. A broken clock, a notebook with yellowed pages, an old keychain, or a toy from childhood... To strangers who pass by, these items appear as mere mundane “objects.” But for us, the situation is entirely different. Every time we touch them, a quiet wave awakens somew