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Bah, you make me hate my silence. I have always been a listener, An observer A thinker. A proverbial introvert. And I use to cherish it. I thought myself better because of it. But now, when I need most to talk I freeze and think instead. No, actually, I just freeze, with no thought Bah, you make me hate my silence Press me to talk Angel Ask me questions, any question, you know Ill answer. Ask me my dreams, my hopes My past, my present and future. And somewhere in all of that When I feel I can, I promise Ill start to talk more, Without you pressing me for it. Regrettably I am silent But I am more than willing to change If that will make you happy.
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Regrettably I Am Silent
Bah, you make me hate my silence. I have always been a listener, An observer A thinker. A proverbial introvert. And I use to cherish it. I thought myself better because of it. But now, when I need most to talk I freeze and think instead. No, actually, I just freeze, with no thought Bah, you make me hate my silence Press me to talk Angel Ask me questions, any question, you know Ill answer. Ask me my dreams, my hopes My past, my present and future. And somewhere in all of that When I feel I can, I promise Ill start to talk more, Without you pressing me for it. Regrettably I am silent But I am more than willing to change If that will make you happy.
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31/Gender Fluid/American
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
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