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Apr 2019
It's so weird how speaking for a certain amount of time or to a certain amount of people is an accomplishment to me
Sometimes it feels like I have a limit to the amount of words I'm allowed to speak
As if I don't have the right to voice the endless thoughts flowing in my mind
I love to make people smile
To make others not feel alone
But I'm so quiet that I often make others uncomfortable
If I only gave myself back the right to speak
People would hate me for my noise
Instead I hate myself for my silence
Pyrrha
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Pyrrha  22/F/Texas
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