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Feb 18
I was born with a voice
and still,
I canΒ΄t make a noise.

It is my fault
that I am still
rubbing salt
into the wound,
getting quieter
and quieter
with every day
that passes.

Which is why,
I am now lying
in my bed
at 12:23 AM
feeling the light of my laptop
burning through my eyes.

Being quiet;
leaves me
with so much
on my mind,
with things
left unspoken,
left unexpressed,
left unuttered

I am not mute
but I am
and that is
I write.

To confess
that I am

Why am I so quiet?
Written by
Eden Quinn  15/Non-binary/planet earth.
(15/Non-binary/planet earth.)   
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