They scroll.
They like.
They forget.
But I donβt write for scrolling thumbs.
I write for tired hearts.
For those who feel but have no energy left to explain.
For those who refuse to perform, but also refuse to stay silent.
You wonβt find trends here.
Youβll find truth. Unfiltered.
Sometimes beautiful. Sometimes ugly. Always real.
If you stay, you stay because you feel.
Not because itβs pretty.
But because itβs alive.
Welcome to pixsilentloud β
a place where silence finally makes noise.




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