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May 2018
I befriended silence young,
hoping it would dissolve my sin,
like sugar on tongue.

Me and silence became the best of friends,
instead of friends I had silence to count on.
It was more reliable than people that depends.

I bit my tongue at every interaction,
kept my mouth closed,
because sometimes there was less of a reaction.

Silence spoke better for me,
unlike my peers I did not unleash my secrets,
keeping them locked away in my own personal sea.

But when people mistook my silence for submission,
Was when I started fighting with the quietness,
Silence no longer fit my position.
Written by
Oscar C  16/Transgender Male
(16/Transgender Male)   
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   Dean Russell
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