(Annabelle's POV)
A frown was plastered on my face.
It was a expression that I wore daily.
It was if I was mad at the world.
At least that's what everyone told me.
I left lunch to go to the library.
I couldn't stand being in the cafeteria for too long,
without the constant reminder that
I can hear all of these v o i c e s around me.
Yet when I look around for my voice,
it wasn't there.
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Silence Hidden In Words
PoetryA girl who cant speak meets a boy who believes he talks too much.