I struggle to speak.
Only to listen to my surroundings.
What could possibly go wrong?
But that was my mistake,
for being the silent one.Unable to speak what I think.
Unwilling to shout and call out for help.
It's not what I should have done.
Silence is the only thing I could do, without ever having to do the right choice.
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