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Quiet
I believe that I keep to myself
I know talking is not exactly my forte
Words wrestle within my anxious mind
Left for me to wonder what I should say
Quiet
I believe that I keep to myself
I know talking is not exactly my forte
Words wrestle within my anxious mind
Left for me to wonder what I should say
It has been drilled into me that life will never be easy. My parents made it a habit to use my brain as a stone slab using their voices as writing utensils. I learned to mimic their way of thinking through my tongue.
