Just a quiet girl with ink-stained hands and stories no one ever read.
I used to write in notebooks, not for attention just for love.
Now, I'm here. Still soft. Still hidden. Still writing for the ones who feel too much and say too little.
You won't see my face, but maybe you'll feel my heart.
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Story by softhijabiwrites
Bearly Enough
She was never the loud one.
Never the pretty one.
Never the one chosen.
In a world where soft girls like her...
