<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[the archives of unsaid words]]></title><description><![CDATA[Whispers of Thought and Verse]]></description><link>https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 18:41:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[What friends are made for. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Friends are meant to shatter your heart. No honestly. Have you had a friend and "broke up" with them? If not - lucky you. Friendships breaking apart is some of the most painful ways to lose someone. In a normal relationship, like love and all, you are kind of aware that maybe it won't last. But have you ever had this thought with your best friends?  You didn't. Because friendship is an even deeper bond. Friends choose each other by having the same characteristics, opinions, tastes or even...]]></description><link>https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/post/what-friends-are-made-for</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa211a5caf4ed272bd85ef</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 17:22:58 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>the Archivist</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Purpose. What I thought was, but is not]]></title><description><![CDATA[As I grew up, I figured I have not much of memories from my childhood. For a long time this was not a bad thing, I thought it was completely normal. Looking back now, it appears it does maybe concern me more than I first noticed. I always stood for success, independence and a strong, young woman. People know me like that, they even see me like that. Growing older I accepted this "fate" and learned to handle all burdens by myself. Friendship, family, love, heartache, loss, happiness. I learnt...]]></description><link>https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/post/what-i-thought-was-but-is-not</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa192eb27e981e27c7774f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 16:46:07 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>the Archivist</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Breathing.]]></title><description><![CDATA[A heavy deep breath. Shutting my eyes, hoping to shut out the world. But it only gets dark, the world remains the same. It's dark, looking inside me. Thinking about what all is wrong. Messing up is written in my chest. Lost all my braveness to get up again.]]></description><link>https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/post/breathing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f910417c961ad0b9fbb2f9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 21:34:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8e5593_b271150dfd2b4552a51992a6e3f010f0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>the Archivist</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I'm a lot without you]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am strong Brave Grounded and goal focused Independent. But defective because What I am not without you Complete Whole Safe and loved.]]></description><link>https://www.archivesofunsaidwords.com/post/i-m-a-lot-without-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f90f5bb27e981e27c51f63</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 21:30:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8e5593_87bb72f65b2f4b18a25d97a5a0c23f36~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_661,h_568,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>the Archivist</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>