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Dec 2017
I hoped to be
Quieter
Though my voice
Is loud, I'd found
Words were even
Louder

So I spoke less
Became like stone
Then people stopped
The only time a stone
Is shown attention
Is when they're
Thrown
Nonah
Written by
Nonah  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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