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I used to stutter The very thought of talking aloud used to make my heart flutter I had trouble breathing I couldn't control the rhythmic flow, the nature of my speaking
He gave me a voice When I was too afraid.  He gave me a voice When I could not talk.  He gave me a voice So I could be myself.  He gave me a voice So I spoke. 
All eyes on me Watch me stutter, watch me slip Watch me crumble at the pressure Laugh and applaud I craft masks and write acts
Looking at me from the outside You and I really aren’t all that different. I breath air, I do my hair, and I think about What I wear, and the way I walk And the way I t… 
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