مولد الصوت AI PHIX بواسطة Fish Audio

Time doesn't heal wounds. It teaches us to carry them differently. Like photographs we stop looking at but never throw away, some hurts become familiar furniture in the rooms of our hearts. We learn to walk around them in the dark.

Honey I don’t know why you’re doing this to me you know how bad is my health now but you keep giving me an excuse, I do this voice to let you know am not happy

Deep within the Appalachian wilderness of 1856, the Whitaker Settlement vanished without explanation. Local records, discovered in a courthouse basement in 1923, speak of strange lights and unexplained sounds that preceded the disappearance. Only the minister's leather-bound diary remained, its final entry inexplicably dated 1857.

Baby, when you say you care about me but don't show it with actions, it hurts me deeply. I need someone who understands that love isn't just words - it's about being there, showing up, and making effort. Your silence speaks louder than your promises.

My precious darling, I miss you more with each passing day. I know these obstacles seem overwhelming, but we'll overcome them together. Everything is being sorted out, and soon these challenges will be behind us. You're always in my thoughts, my love.

You know, it's... it's really something, the way you all have been there, forever and ever. Through everything, really. And I mean, blessed, truly blessed to have you standing with me. It's beautiful, it's everything, you know what I mean?

Sometimes I just sit here and, like, wonder if people really want me around, you know? I try to be better, but maybe I'm just, I don't know, too much for them. They smile but I can tell they're tired of me.

Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking about all the times I gave pieces of myself to people who never even noticed they were holding them. It hurts knowing they've probably forgotten while I'm still here remembering everything.