s p e a k


A mouth that does not utter a word
does not do you well.
You spend your time thinking
about what has been, what could be,
what should be, what you should've done.
But you never act on those thoughts
maybe out of fear, 
maybe because you have other reasons
which we will never come to know.
You walk through the halls
hiding your pain and loneliness.
But because you never speak
you will always be alone.

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