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Jun 2019
Say something. Say something!
I look down at my fingers.
Oops...
I accidentally picked them — to the point of bleeding.
They are all probably wondering
why I am so quiet.
Stop being so quiet.
Say something. Say something!
Instead,
I take a sip of my drink
and wait for the words to come.
Taylor Jennica
Written by
Taylor Jennica  27/F/California
(27/F/California)   
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