I don’t speak.
When I do, I’m told I’m annoying and loud.
I’ve learned not to speak.
If I’m quiet and closed off, I’ll be ok.
So, I don’t speak out loud.
But inside I’m screaming.
I don’t speak.
When I do, I’m told I’m annoying and loud.
I’ve learned not to speak.
If I’m quiet and closed off, I’ll be ok.
So, I don’t speak out loud.
But inside I’m screaming.
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Comments1
You have an incredible gift for insight and eloquence. This made me cry.
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