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Silence

I'm never heard when I speak.

I'm never spoke to unless needed.

I sit, I observe. I listen, and I see all.

When I'm heard, a world is opened.

When I'm heard, I'm ignored.

I hurt, I cry, and I sleep at night.

Never opening my door.

I wonder who comes and goes, but never utter a word.

I know what happens if I do.

I hurt, I cry, and I wonder at night.

Why I stay silent, seeing all that happens.

Why I stay silent, why I prefer silence.

Silence is my normal, silence is good.

Silence is what I am,

And silent I will be.

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